Prison of Lies or Love’s Challenge

Just because:

 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,



About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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