From The Pit of Chagrin

Out from beneath my feet
I fell,
Unable to handle retreat.
From nowhere did deception a’ swell,
Creating a harlequin heat.

A storm from within my soul
Did rise,
Offering self and control;
Without restraint or clear seeing eyes,
I jumped deep into that hole.

There in penitence and sin
I sat,
Conjuring reproach from within.
With no one to share and inept to combat,
I fell even deeper from him.

And out of remorse and respect
I cried,
No more lies or care for effect!
This bottle was full and could no longer hide,
Thus I spoke every truth and regret.

The amount of anguish and sufferin’
I brought,
As I climbed from the deep pit of chagrin,
Slashed and stabbed at our love, no forethought,
Then suffocated the flame from within.

As a gift to oneself,
As forgiveness must be,
The flame renewed higher and hotter.

And out of that light
Came a gift from above:
A new trust,
A new friendship,


A new Love.

- M. M. Landry