AFTER DESERTION BY A FALSE FRIEND

A false friend marches off and slams the door.
Their drama casts you in the bad guy role.
They’ve bought a story with a giant hole
They can’t see through. You’ve been dismissed before,

But life went on. Your truth is worth much more
Than anything it seemed betrayal stole.
Their empty fawning wouldn’t fill a bowl,
And nothing worthwhile would need begging for.

Go out into the sun, and breathe fresh air.
This wound is just a superficial one.
A brittle weapon makes a shallow cut

And very soon, you’ll see some new flesh there –
And, whole and beautiful, your glow will stun
What eyes look back. Your loss? Anything but.

-- © 2009 by Jack Veasey