There is a sense
Of betrayal,
An undercurrent
So strong, that it sends
Your little boat
In the opposite direction,
To where you
Were meant to go.

Yours was a path,
That had been set
In solid stone,
Even before
You were born,
A path so steadfast,
One you had no choice
But to stay on;
Until you realized
One day,
That you no longer
Wanted to play
By the rules
Of this unfair game;
You were promised,
A wealth of love
Sans conditions,
But you find yourself,
Utterly lost,
In a tangle –
A veritable maze,
Of prayers and chants,
Some answered,
Some not;
In short,
A game of chance,
Such as awaits,
Every player
That has entered
This arena
We call life,
Godly, or not.

And for all the trust
You did invest,
Out of the precious
Little you possessed,
You got a lifetime’s worth
Of bruises to nurse,
Scars to disguise,
And most of all
Unwelcome shame,
The ultimate nail
In the coffin
Of your betrayal.

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