Hurting Trust
This morning I woke up –
not to a sunny day,
or to crisp, fresh air,
or to the irresistible aroma
of breakfast
with fresh coffee
or to the silence
that usually dwells
in moments between
sleep and take-a-step-into-the-world.
This morning I woke up
to the image of my broken self
staring at me from the mirror
I so wished to break.
But I didn't.
“Seven years of misfortune
you brought to me,“ he said
“when you reflected the image
of my heart in your eyes.
That much trust hurt me,“
he said,
crumbling
the essence of my faith
in love.
Seadeta Osmani - Poet, Translator, Creative writer, Dancer
Living and working in Zagreb, Croatia, writing poetry in both Croatian and English.
One book of poetry self-published. Poems included in several collections of poetry in Croatia.
In 2018, included in the top 40 poets of the Balkans region, within the Mili Dueli poetry contest. Recently included in the team of writers for the Cultura Colectiva media company.
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