Fold ’em

woman-folding-playing-poker.jpgYour guilt, your games, they haunted me. Over and over again, the same tricks.

I would play fool to your folly. Not knowing how to put a halt to your trickery.

Lies, deception, manipulation, all passed out freely. Handed to us unexpected ones, who had their hands out for something different.

Innocence, naivety, (or was it plain faith in the loved one?) Stripped, stolen too early.

An empty shell of what should be, walked toward the Majestic Presence.

Flowing rivers of living water freely handed out to the needy. The empty. Me.

The deceived now free and enlightened; gives to small hands held out. The enlightened now onto your trickery and deceit.

Breaking the cycle, new blood traveling, a beautiful family tree stands strong.

You can still have those living waters flow in you. It’s not too late to put down your hand of deceit and proclaim, “I fold!”

Go unto Him, for you labor and are burdened. Mom, Go before it’s too late….take up His yoke; He will give you rest.

Sheryl’s Daily Word prompt: Haunted



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