THORNS OF DYSFUNCTION

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JOURNAL #20

unknowingly tethered

to his own yet discovered

self worth

was a self loathing so great

that it expressed itself

through that ever present

of his little sneering smirk

he just couldn't give it up

defenses are like that

pity for such a clearly

misunderstood man

guided my every choice

and tentative step

in the end

the best way became

to allow me to be his favorite

target

and in that he hated me by far

more than he ever could have done

so to himself

'twas best

for him I was truly happy

just to be able at last to

see him move on

yet for myself

I was misery personified

to see him go

but such pain needed to be unburdened

some 'Thorns Of Dysfunction'

never make any real sense

even when their history and reasons

are ironed out to a

harmonious parallel

to such lives lived

further exercise of explanation

would seem undoubtedly futile

yet still we have to try

so

Good luck handsomely revived holder

of my most private burden

you can't know that you alone

have taught me more than even I

could ever fully imagine

I would have learned

and such deeply ingrained lessons

have better out lived the boundaries

of my very own will to live

walking with you through your darkness

gave me that

but alas

you are now able to see beyond the cold

black void and live this life

as it was meant to be lived

freely and on your own unsullied terms

and for this benefit alone

I am so achingly glad............

(April 17, 1999)

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