What You Don't Know Hurts You

Your visits, friend, seem incongruous
to your stated position of peace.
Why do you dig through these pages
seeking to rupture your spleen;
flat line your heart.
Is it not enough for you that you sleep
the perfect American Dream?
Shameful how secrets draw us
because we all know conclusively
we cannot know
the stranger by which we sleep.
Look inside for what is missing.
It isn't a love letter or a poem,
unless you write it for yourself.
That cavernous mawing empty space
you feel is waiting only for one person:
YOU
You to love you.
You to know you.
You to like you.
You to understand you.
You to BE you, and not this man's dream
or that mother's idea of you.
You have your own dreams, don't hang them
like lonesome laundry to flutter fly
out of reach in a billowing blustering wind.
What you don't know hurts you.
You are stronger than you know,
More beautiful than you think,
and smarter than this wraith wandering
searching for the thing you have.
Cross your arms
Squeeze tight
This is your solution.
Words are only words, meaning is found
criss cross your heart true
only inside you.