Broken Promises

In a long line of broken promises

This was to be the last

I wouldn’t sacrifice myself in the church of you any more:

Everyone could see that I’d given too much already.

It was time for someone to lay themselves on the alter at my feet for a change.

 

Freedom and independence had become an essential part of everyday life,

And you were increasingly becoming a major obstacle,;

Consistently getting in the way of what should have been;

Turning what could have been destiny into ifs, buts, maybes,

And a mass of wasted opportunities:

We both knew that wasn’t right.

 

But while the sun seemed to shine eternally on your glorious face,

How could I possibly expect you to burst the bubble you’d inflated for yourself to live in?

Your little world dusted with silver and gold;

All the thunder clouds passed on to me.

Now there’s a break in the clouds;

A rainbow fighting its way down to the ground on some mission to make things better;

To arm me with what I need to continue.

 

Not a blade or a pistol;

That would surely be far too obvious;

But a sharp mind, a quick wit and a pair of firmly planted feet to stand on;

Flexibility and elasticity to bend,

Never breaking,

And ultimately to bounce back, stronger than before

With a well placed flick in your eye,

Just to get the point across that you still haven’t beaten me.

And it turns out I’m pretty good at bursting bubbles…

Unlucky.

Reviews

[Jim Parson]

A very powerful, intelligent write!

[Mauricio Montoya]

If promises can’t be kept before the commitment is in place then it better to be free.
Excellent write.