A promise should be sacred,
And not entered on a whim,
And keeping of said promises,
Is where the trust begins,
I get there may be times,
When a commitment goes awry,
And if that is the case,
Then tell the truth above a lie.
Don’t promise me the world,
And then deliver barren sands,
I really ask for nothing more,
Than faithful loving hands,
That offer to support me,
In the times I struggle most,
Don’t promise me you’ll be there,
If your instinct is to ghost.
And never promise anything,
You don’t intend to keep,
I’d rather you admitted,
I’m a monumental heap,
Of complicated issues,
Just too much for you to bear,
At least I would respect the why,
You chose to not be there.
So keep your promises,
Or just do not make them at all,
It really is that simple,
Save the drama for the fall,
But if you tender promises,
Make haste to hold your vibe,
Or else you may discover,
You are banished from the tribe.
© The Complicated Bunny – 24 Jan 2022
This poem is the fourteenth in a series of prose about boundaries, which are essentially conversations with myself. Yet another homework assignment from my clinical psychologist, designed to help me recognise my own personal boundaries so I can form healthy relationships moving forward.
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