Clearing off the dust of an old poem.

A Poem: written in the morning

So many nights of struggle, of convincing and persuasion. 

I am lost in a sea of words forgotten or misread or even twisted now 

 into words proclaimed in anger or hate or apathy

It is not so

I would never do this, never be unmasked as your villain. 

I want to understand this prison you're in 

that possesses this strange power to  create the bars that hold you with every word or action that is uttered or made

I want to do this out of love

Not some sort of masochistic revenge on myself to make myself suffer

Not a desire for misery or self flagellation

Love

And the feeling that I am strong enough now to endure

I do see some of myself in this 

Maybe that's why

Maybe I do understand deep inside

Maybe you recognize me and it scares you

Maybe we are good for each other

Maybe we can endure mirages and those storms of emotions that won't let go

Maybe we can endure this because we both understand 

We can both feed and nourish the other

Not kill and annihilate like it has always been.

Before we were two maelstroms left to rage in emptiness

Now we connect and impede the storm

We will hold the storm inside our arms so it cannot get out. 

Don't drift away because then I can't reach you

Don't drift because now

You are just out of reach of my arms

I can't help to keep the storm away that way

We will keep the storm away.