Home is where there is no hurt,
As we build towards living there.
You are kindly wary of hurting me
I appreciate the place this came from,
For my intentions will kill the hurt.
Yes I am hurting, for I feel your hurt.
Your kindness to others and big heart
Are being exploited and abused,
This hurt is my understanding.
I found healing came, at last, to me
As I went against my natural inclinations,
I rejected the loneliness machinations
By, unusually, turning my back on being kind
My eyes opened where once they were blind,
For my caring had fallen on rock hard stones
Nothing changed in the way of the being alone.
For so many years exhaustion was my brother,
This is the understanding like no other
For too many years that I care to count
My kindness was rewarded by indifferent
Manner, as though I was not there at all.
Kindness met by exploitation is above all
Sickening to realise someone can only say lies,
Must rip a heart savagely on all sides,
The pain goes deep and interferes with thoughts
Of recovery, a measure so desperately sought.
This type of action defies understanding.
I say I am hurting for we deal in honesty,
It’s because your love was dealt with badly,
let us cast a spell over this to repel the cause
let us drive away anything that can pause
Our way forward to the place where equal
caring is enjoyed by both of us after all.
The hurt I feel does not need explaining
For you know the reason why I am paining,
I am sure you have the understanding.