By Dorothy Tarpley
Your words were thoughtless and hurtful,
The tone of your voice sharp and cruel
Your embarrassing tirade was childish,
Only making you look like a fool
What happened to make you so angry?
Did someone do harm to you first?
Your wounds have not healed, they have trapped you
Till they do, you are bound to be cursed
Love withheld is a powerful punishment
We need love to nourish our soul
Without it we wither and grow bitter,
Leaving nothing but a wide gaping hole
If its love that you need, let me share some,
For I have been loved all my life
When you’re nourished and thought of as valued,
There’s no longer those feelings of strife
Let’s start over with this conversation,
Using words that convey what we need
We can hope for a healing experience
Without rancor, let’s first plant the seed
Let’s look for the best in each other,
Try seeing what we may have missed
Count the ways we make positive connections
In our heads let’s start making a list
Take the time to sit down and listen
Begin to break down that wall
Maybe then we’ll be more understanding
Perhaps love is the key after all