by +Steven Curtis Lance
Monday, February 06, 2006
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I was the victim of an Internet scammer who preyed upon the vulnerable from July 2002 until March 2005. I have just this past week found out how bad it really was, and that I was only one of many simultaneous victims. I lost the most, because I loved the most, but there are so many victims, so many stories. I have spoken at length with one in particular, a soldier who was scammed during his entire active-duty year in Iraq, who was waiting to spend Christmas with her upon his return but was left heartbroken; he still has the ring he was going to give her. His dream was to marry her and have a child. I have also spoken at length to her husband of six years, who was very kind. This has been a hard yet healing week for me. With this poem, on the advice of my physician, I mean to put this behind me once and for all. The perpetrator is getting help now from her parents and her husband, and has a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people. But not to me: I have moved on. I would like to make it clear that my friend Franziska has nothing to do with this, and has always been as beautifully supportive as she herself is beautiful. She warned me all along, but I was blinded by lies. Live and learn, live and let live: life goes on.
Once I loved madly
And so I believed
Someone who badly
Abused and deceived
My absolute trust
When tears rained sadly
My gold turned to rust
All I had received
Was false fairy-dust
I was a mouse for a kitten at play
To whom I never mattered anyway
But: do you know what?
I get the last laugh
She wounded me but
Now comes the next half
They popped her bubble
Shut down her con game
She is in trouble
Now buried in blame
As her woes double
Along with her shame
So: justice is not dead and I can see
Out of these ruins hope rising for me
+Steven Curtis Lance
The Red Book of Lance
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|Reviewed by Franziska Brueggerhoff
|Was I 15 or 16 when I said "Let's be comrades in arms"
I am happy to have and cherish what has grown between us, i am looking forward to the future- whatever may come
Let's continue being creative, liberated by the surging of our souls
In deep love and friendship
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|So sorry, Steven. What goes around truly comes around by way of laws of the universe. Don't blame yourself for having a loving, trusting heart. Good question posed by Jessica. If you can forgive, that is truly letting go...Lin|
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Sorry you went through this. I too hope you can put it all behind you.|
|Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran
|excellent write, well done!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Outstanding write Steven!!
|Reviewed by Dara Keenan (Reader)
I love this poem. I am sorry that you and I along with many others were hurt by one persons lies. It is still hard to believe sometimes that all that was a lie, but now that I think of it...how could it be anything else? People who are truthful dont have to disappear, run and hide. Just those actions alone, aside from all the stories that past week has brought up, makes me beleive we were scammed in the worst way. I am glad you worte this poem, I am glad you are moving on as I am. I am also glad Franziska is such a good friend to yuo, you deserve someone like her!
|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|A great write, Steven, arising out of pain and disillusion. You have come out on top, and how kind of you to help others who have been hurt, too. You are one in a million. Peace. Joyce|
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Move on with big steps! The write is great!
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|YOur strength and compassion and ability to move on are to be commended old buddy, a lot of men would not have that inner strength.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
I remember how you had written poems about her and how you had loved her; but she had hurt you. I think you are right that you have the last laugh. I think you now can get on with your life without her.
I'm so glad and proud of your recent achievements. Thank you for continuing to share your poetry with the den!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Divinity 11
|it hurts when others abuse our trust, but do you further hurt yourself by becoming jaded and letting this scar keep you from loving others or do you shut down and guard your heart? That's the question of the day...