Oh,
what tender mercies are pitilessly abandoned
When
a heart must ossify.
Despondency,
anguish, and hopelessness
Are
the pallbearers of emotional ischemia.
The
pit of the gut aches
For
something other than what is.
Torturous
reality forces the decision:
Change
or be changed.
There
is no turning back to what was.
Those
kinder, gentler days have passed.
Longing
for yesterday’s sweetness of innocence
Is
eviscerated by malignancy made manifest.
Weeping,
wailing, and the gnashing of teeth,
Will
not soften blows to the spirit.
What
would be helpful in a healthy relationship
Is
disastrous in an unhealthy one.
Solace
can only be found in fellowship and communion
When
love toughens the delicate heart.
Even
so, one begs to be released
From
unyielding benign neglect.
Sorrow
should not exist as an emotion
For
those coerced into callous disregard.
What
may be necessary for the good of all
Irreparably
fractures the sensitive soul.
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