I HURT….I LOVED

If I plucked a rose what would it say
Would it tell me you  love me
Or a harsh truth Ive tried to delay
Am I “Waiting for Godot”
Is my patience in vain?
While I wait and it hurts
Did you notice my pain
Did my love not hold…
Was my heart not enough?
My tears feel so heavy
My heart feels so rough
I feel burdened and broken,
Raw and exposed
My essence uncovered
My soul is unclothed,
I loved wholly and fully
With an unmitigated audacity…
My hurt fuels my anger like a never-ending stream
So loud, so hot, like flaming coals that scream
Unabashed is my hatred
Unbridled is my anger
Hurt completely….I loved!!!!!
-D.R.. Daughters