Content derived from discussion with Rebeccah
Beccah’s tears, reached through the years, when seeing how you used me,
Like amber beads free falling from the sky,
Beads of sorrow, beads of pain, beads of mournful silence,
Your selfish ways, and power plays; made angels cry;
Beccah’s heart, knew from the start, that you didn’t plan to leave him,
Although your words betrayed the truth, beyond your eyes,
For attention, romance, love, and touch; to fill your empty, lonely longing;
You told me lies, became my sighs, then screamed goodbyes;
Beccah’s rage, designed your cage, and the hell that will consume you,
For raping truth, and then my gentle, sweetened soul;
Life commitments, future plans, promise rings, then countermands,
My Scottish queen, will haunt your dreams, and gut your goals;
Beccah’s love, will rise above, the reach of time, to e’er protect me,
And hold me gently in her loving arms again,
You said for life, you were my wife, but then you discard and reject me,
You have invoked a curse, I’m glad I’m not inside your skin,
You have invoked a curse, I’m glad I’m not inside your skin.
