Past the Point of Return

Past the Point of Return

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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i found comfort once
in the fake embrace of my deceiver

where all sharps would subside
providing he was by my side

when tears of betrayal melted away
as ten red roses in a glass vase

a bouquet of fast fading guilt
cried out for my eyes to open wide

while decay set in my dismay grew
greener and unforgiving

dried roses left for days
till the heart implored no more

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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I cannot accept betrayal. Life is too valuable to waste on someone who doesn't value you. Roses are the chosen gift of the deceiver and many do fall for their floral charms despite their heart and mind knowing better. There is sadness in your lines that speak from experience and a wounded heart. So many will relate. Touching words expressed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Yes a wounded heart. Betrayal sucks but fortunately I met someone far more worthy of my affections. .. read more



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Betrayal from a loved one is like a dagger piercing your soul... your description of his behavior is cold and vivid....and yours is fraught with anger and dismay...like the dried roses.. and as days passed, your emotions exploded until there were no more tears left...."til the heart implored no more".....
An intense scene you detail here Chris.
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Betty fur your response. Gratefully received. Pleased you stopped by.

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Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You’re very welcome dear Chris!
Best, B
dried roses, fantastic metaphor chris. betrayal, decay of trust, et al are pains the soul bears along the way. you have captured it perfectly

ken

glad to see muse returning, hope all is well on your side of the pond

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks ken so much. Muse is a lazy cow :)) Otherwise, all reasonable here. Thanks for the visit and.. read more
Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

all is well. thanks for warm wishes
The worst part is how stupid it makes us feel to have been so trusting, which then diminishes ourselves by diminishing our ability to trust again. Savage circle.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hello Winston. You are so right. When trust goes, we question everything about ourselves. Takes some.. read more
We get so sick when we see the leftover roses of a broken romance.
The roses in this poem are such a powerful symbol of the grief and despair felt when a trusting heart is betrayed.
No more, we say, take them all away. Clear my space.
And yet, sometimes, we melt again...
Feelings of a crushed heart so beautifully expressed, dear Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear DIVYA , you describe so well the feelings of utter wretchedness that betrayal brings. Some of u.. read more
AYVID N

1 Year Ago

The years have taught me that the best relationship is one's with oneself...Its difficult though.read more
Betrayal and deception by one trusted leaves a deep wound. On the other hand, these people are also educators. For if we can manage to let them go and relegate them successfully to history, we can see how pitiful they were and be glad they are gone.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

How wise your comment is John. We do indeed learn much as a result of betrayal. Thank you so much fo.. read more
"in the fake embrace of my deceiver"

Certain lines wrap the whole thing in a bow. I reread that line over and over. Nice

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you duff. Lovely to see you. I appreciate your visit and send my best wishes.

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Such a poem dear Chris... such power. the true power of true femininity. that what makes us beautiful, we are wounded once, then we are more stronger knowing our worth. I adore this, because as I've said for me the true feminine essence flowing secretly behind your lines.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear lightsong, we do grow stronger as a result of our breaks. Takes a while to understand that thou.. read more
Dear Chris, you bled emotions into the words.
"while decay set in my dismay grew
greener and unforgiving"
The above lines. I liked and they are true. Somethings we cannot forget. We learn to live with. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote. Pleased you enjoyed the read. We do learn to live with the betrayal and we can gro.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Yes dear Chris and you are welcome.
the emptiness felt when something like this happens is virtually impossible to describe. though your poem odes a very good job of that. Life is full of betrayals but when it is someone you love, at first it is hard to believe...we usually deny to ourselves, but when the truth comes out it is like a dagger to the heart. The only good thing is this metaphorical dagger is something we can heal from...completely? No, I know a scar will remain, but we can move on and reclaim that happiness that another ripped from us. Sorry, I got a little carried away there. This was sad and so well crafted. Nicely done Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you will. You don’t forget betrayal. You live with it and hopefully grow stronger as a resul.. read more
The pain of betrayal can be so devastating and difficult to bounce back from.
But in time we accept and move on. Beautiful and sad, Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks dear Ciara for your thoughts. Have a Good Friday.

Chris

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