Prison of Lies (Love’s Challenge)
By Rosalind Guy
Love can bear the meaning of
challenge, but it shouldn’t have
to. If love really brought you to
me and me to you, then it’s you
who brought the challenge of love.
You challenge me to believe and
understand your lies, lies that
gleamed in your eyes and created
a prison of gargantuan size. Still
I couldn’t find a way to escape.
Those three words built my prison
as I stepped willingly into the pool
of your judicious lies. I love you.
Only you. My love for you is true.
My only question: what I did to offend you.
Was it my touch? I only touched you.
Or my genuine love? I only love you.
Or my vision for a life with only you?
Somehow they became my stripes, my
lashes – my skin carries one long gash,
across my heart – and now I have a
broken heart and am left wondering
how you could hate me so much, yet
finally knowing the amazing truth that
you do hate me, I watched as you flipped
the switch on our love and left me staring
longingly after the closed door, all the while
trying to convince myself the signs were
there all along, but I was locked in the prison
and comfort of your gentle lies.
Peace & Love,