Compassion

Compassion tilts the heart, until ready to pour.

Saturday, 8 March 2025

O Ceallaigh!

 I do not care that he did not say sorry.

It pulls my heart only that he did not feel it.

Coveting of my words - private, laid bare 

and vulnerable, innermost feeling;

not his experience, not his truth!

Plunged like a wound to my soul.


In the discovery not of his sharing my words 

as his to own, not that, but in all the loss;

I lost years .. staying, waiting, being unaware

that all he did to bring me down, to discredit me,

was done to hide his deed. 

That thrashing of my soul was not innocent.

It was contrived in every motion, gesture, hammered out.

No emotion, he was not present, not ever with me.


He knows yet still hides and exalts himself.

He cannot see beyond the perimeter I know is there.

This makes me sad for life, for truth is never his, nor will be.

He cannot release his inner self.

I have a way to let go of my pain that is bereft to him.


We can all be hurt by betrayal but the hardest part of any experience is to have to accept that no matter how much you care for someone their change has to come from within themself - their own personal growth. If they lack empathy so much to put their ego in front of all they do then that is all they can become. We are better to walk away than to have them change our own self belief and purpose.

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