Too many promises
have turned into lies.
More hatred is shouted
to drown out my cries.
He releases himself
to seek and find love,
while my heart lays shattered;
an abandoned dove.
Mourning brings forth anger
at his obscene acts.
I yearn to cry out at
the morals he lacks.
Yet I hold my head high,
while keeping my cool.
The children are watching
their Dad play the fool.
My response portrays me;
the light of my soul.
I will not be bitter,
just strong, wise and whole.
