Something to Yearn For


Being loving doesn't 

come naturally to me;

it's not instinctual

for me to be vulnerable.


My biting remarks 

aren't to cut you down,

but because I've only 

known fault-finding.


I am not familiar

with encouragement

as I've grown up 

in criticism's shadow.


Please be patient with me

while I learn how to love

because my heart is aching 

for something to yearn for.

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A nice confessional: It took

A nice confessional: It took me years to unwind the compulsive critique; my fathers ghastly legacy. I did it by way of deep long meditations and modeling the behavoir of better integrated souls. It steals the love by hurting others. I feel ya. Perhaps we are here as a medium for perpetual transformation.