The real me exists beyond your conceptions
Beyond your beliefs
I’m something you may not understand
Because my experience is not yours
The heart I share was forged in pain
Through the fire of betrayal
And loneliness
I exist because I moved beyond it
I just breathed
And kept moving
Beyond the hateful words
Beyond the narcissistic control of the world
I simply moved beyond it
And kept moving
Love the greatest power
The greatest curse
It forces us to open up
For good or bad
We make ourselves vulnerable
For the chance of saking
The cold emptiness
For a second of caring
A instant of warmth
A chance for peace
To stave off the chaotic void
Of the solitary mind.
That faces the endless moments
Hours, days questioning
Am I needed for me?
Or simply as a stepping stone
To another’s desires?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe