Way Too often we project on our lover the abuse we suffered as children
and way too often they do the same to us
We reenact it
in many ways
in many form
The repressive of mechanism of this
The sexuality of it
This creates an irresistible urge that blinds us
so You don't see the pain of your childhood
So you don't see how you were betrayed by those that were supposed to love us
to Protect us.
It's too painful to beer as a child
so we compulsively reenact it as adults with different partners
My poetry in my writing I go from the child's passion and emotions
To the adult cerebral and intellect
Not to be marooned on either is the way of true healing
To process it
to see it
It's much faster and better with someone who will validate
And enlighten individual that is able, that is capable to see
who sensitive, emotionally attuned enough,
to validate, to see and perceive your reality.
to The face and bear the truth
Someone who is not dependent on drugs and alcohol
who has their emotional legs to stand on, and not the crutches of defensive self help thinking drugs and alcohol, or running with alcoholics, someone who is not a neglectful parent or child abuser
Is not dependent on abusing, of miss using others and misusing their power as well as indifference
Voice toText draft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem