An unhappy poem from someone who always writes about hope and love.
Unfortunately, necessary.
Carol A. Hand
When you don’t’ realize I’m looking – on our peaceful days
I see your bright inner beauty momentarily shining through
It clouds over in an instant when you sense my gaze
transforming into fierce self-loathing, fear, and anger anew
You can’t see the gifts you carry – an invaluable treasure
You strike out at those who have something you want or think you lack
It seems to bring you gratification and pleasure
Yet, the cost for destroying others’ sense of peace and happiness
cuts most deeply in your own heart and spirit
I wish I could be a mirror to reflect the beauty I see and understand
But I’ve learned that you cannot hear it
You need to find it for yourself, or not, and give it voice
My heart breaks as I detach and grow silent – my loving choice
The gifts I would give you…
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Buster's Two Cents 
Thank you for the kind words and reblog, Buster 🙂
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Reading and enjoying your messages is always my pleasure, Carol.
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