In the dark recesses, we contemplate
If our needs take precedence over
The greater sceme of things
Do our feelings really matter
Or should it be simply kept in silence
Should we try to share the real us
The actual views
As we walk to Minefield of a relationship
Simply to try and receive the things
We have never had
Caring
Giving
The experience of spontaneous love
Ridicule,  seems the response
As ego is blamed for desire
As narcissistic intent is weaponized to silence  your words….
Your dreams
The vitriol of rhetoric  meant to demean
Trivialize
Minimize you
Using the word childish to describe
Your deepest craving
As you try to tread the dark sea of uncertainty
To weather the bitter gale
Hoping beyond hope
That this time will be different
This time, the sun will actually rise
Renewing the broken heart
To heal your desperate spirit
That love will be the balm
Saving your embattled
Soul

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe