I have been hurt, but not by love itelf

The little mouse defies the owl,

but only when a higher need,

stands shoulder to the hunter's wing

and makes hurt seem a welcome thing;

when sustenance from winter's chill,

is all and more his heart desires

and shows the cycle of the year,

is more compelling than his fear.

It is the same with hopeless love,

where disregard stood tall between

is far more hurtful than disdain,

for then, 'tis only me I blame;

and though my bones are richly jewelled 

they are as thin, as thin can be,

as self on self, alone I stand,

forever reaching for your hand.

So take this hand, if not this heart,

hold me, keep me safe the while

and let the hour pass slow away,

though time will always hold its sway;

the same when I was but a child

and craving of a higher need,

when silence was the cruellest sin

and made hurt seem a welcome thing.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and strong words and thoughts written dear Beccy. In my old age. I learn, love take effort. Also with my children. I l learn what forever love is. Love will break our heart but we don't attempt love. What do we become. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote