Carnage

And there was the carnal truth of it all

As I sit on my hand-me-down-hand-me-down couch next to the dog and worn blue carpet

as the baby sleeps in the next room

and traffic passes by

I see it

The prison I’ve been living in

The betrayal had given me many things

Resilience and humility and a returned trust in God

and it also gave me self loathing

That is what I had been living in

I can see it so clearly now

The feeling that if I was different, we would have lived happily ever after

But I am full of literature and old music and depth

I am the creaking ship on stormy waters

The sea as it rages and calms

I cannot be anyone else

So now comes the journey back home

The love and bliss in how I’ve been created

The gratitude in being here

Betrayal is fickle like that

It punishes the oblivious one

And then leaves a trail of breadcrumbs home for when they are ready to return