In the Quiet of the Night

In the quiet of the night, 

A woman spoke to me 

While carrying nonsense 

Words that danced 

On the tip of her tongue.

"Why should I believe a lie?" 

I whispered to the wind, 

But her words hung heavy 

In the air between us, 

Creating a sense of unease.

I kept silent, 

Not wanting to hurt her 

With the truth I knew, 

But deep down I wondered 

If she would even care.

Does he love his lover too much? 

I pondered silently, 

As I tried to unravel 

The tangle of emotions 

That clouded my mind.

I don't accept lies, 

Even when the truth is clear, 

But for some reason 

I always find myself 

Caught in this web of deceit.

Disappointment washed over me 

As I hoped for honesty 

From someone who seemed 

Incapable of speaking 

The truth that lay within.

I always wonder why 

I allow this misunderstanding 

To continue unchecked, 

But perhaps it is because 

I am too compassionate.

I saw myself in the past, 

A version of me 

That didn't tolerate nonsense 

And walked away 

Without looking back.

But now I try to believe 

In the good of others, 

And yet this feeling of trust 

Is constantly suppressed 

By the weight of doubt.

I didn't write poetry for him, 

But for myself 

To navigate the labyrinth 

Of my own emotions 

And find the path to clarity.

I feel like I've lost myself 

In the chaos of it all, 

And I know I must 

Find my way back 

To the truth within.

Where do I begin? 

I ask the silent stars above, 

And in their twinkling light 

I find a glimmer of hope 

Leading me towards myself. 

I search for the answers 

In the depths of my soul, 

And slowly but surely 

I find the strength 

To let go of the lies.

I vow to speak truth 

In the face of deception, 

And to honor the trust 

I place in myself 

Above all else.

For in the end, 

It is my own voice 

That guides me 

Through the darkness 

And into the light. 

And so I embrace 

The journey ahead, 

Knowing that in honesty 

I will find myself 

Whole once more.