I write to you from inside the storm, and from the doorway where I watch it form. I have loved you mostly inside my head, a theater of scenes that never get said. You appear, then vanish, a flickering sign, and my heart runs after what is never quite mine. I call this love, but it burns like a fever, a vow to a ghost and a distant believer. I rewind small moments until they all blur, a glance, a breath, the way you never were. You stay perfected, framed in my mind, and I fade smaller just to keep you kind. I have abandoned myself chasing your name, walking over glass while calling it flame. Each silence from you becomes a loud judge, each crumb of regard, a banquet I won’t budge. Your armor is heavy, your doors stay closed tight, yet I camp at the gate, praying you’ll turn toward the light. You retreat into distance, I rush into fire, thinking if I burn enough, you’ll feel desire. I have studied our pattern like scripture and code, watched it etch scars in my nervous road. You step back whenever I try to draw near, and I step in closer every time you disappear. The gap between us is more than just space, it’s all of my effort poured into your grace. Now a new voice trembles under my skin, asking why I keep losing myself to not win. It tells me love is not meant as a chase, not an endless exam I must constantly ace. It whispers my worth is older than you, that my pulse didn’t start when you came into view. So I gather my pieces from altars and floors, and start closing shrines with your name on their doors. I turn these letters inward for the first time, writing truth to the self I left out in the grime. I step back, not to wound or accuse, but to finally stop making myself the one I lose. I still ache, I still want, I still remember your face, yet the fantasy no longer gets to set the pace. I walk away on unsteady, unfamiliar legs, carrying both my longing and unanswered begs. Somewhere beyond this unfinished, jagged bend, something real may rise—if I dare not write the end.
We carried a wound and called it our shield. We marched into arguments, refusing to yield. We named it “principle,” but it pulsed like fear. Our feelings took over before truth came near. We mistook first reactions for final word. We crowned our impulses and made them our lord. We said “I am right,” when we meant “I’m afraid.” We called it courage, but it was a barricade. We read of Pharaoh with a hardened heart. But missed the places we refuse to part. We heard the prophets cry, “Return and see.” Yet guarded our pride as our true decree. We watched Peter fall in a fear‑filled night. But hid the ways we betray our own light. We carried our politics like sacred skin. Afraid that losing a stance meant losing “within.” We battled over “right” with a lifted fist. While the buried wound wrote the argument list. We spoke of freedom with a tightened jaw. Calling our reflex a rational law. We learned the brain fires fast in alarm. Yet let that flash become our lasting charm. We knew reason whispers, “Slow down, review.” But feared that pause might dismantle our view. We listened to scholars who mapped the mind. Then used their words to keep the same design. We loved our stories of being the brave. Yet hid our terror in roles we gave. We clung to crusades that we could not release. Because the wound felt safer than honest peace. We called it “my nature,” “this is just me.” To dodge the small deaths that could set us free. We framed our bias as noble and true. And lost the forest in one favored view. We claimed to seek truth yet narrowed the gate. Letting in only facts our pride could tolerate. We prayed for wisdom, for mercy and light. While guarding the secret that kept us in night. We said we’d matured and grown more wise. Yet some old stories never left our eyes. We dismissed our doubt as weakness or shame. Instead of a doorway to rename the game. We rationalized quickly, then closed the case. Like defense attorneys afraid to lose face. We analyzed others with surgical skill. But rarely traced the roots of our will. We feared that humility would make us small. Not knowing it loosens the chain on us all. We worried that truth would erase our place. It only asked us to stand in its grace. We thought repentance was courtroom plea. It’s turning the heart toward reality. We imagined God as guard of our side. Then found that presence cutting through pride. We learned the mind can be shaped by choice. Each quiet act redraws our voice. We saw that attention can redirect fire. If we sit with discomfort instead of desire. We found that the wound need not be our guide. It can teach gently, not always collide. We tasted a truth not polished to please. Simple and steady, it knelt on its knees. We glimpsed the forest when we dropped the race. And let hard questions walk us through the place. We saw our own mind can divide and distort. So we bowed our theories to a humbler court. We did not grow pure or perfectly wise. We just stopped hiding when new truth arrived. And when we sat with our wound, listened it through, It laid down its sword and walked toward the true.
We think that we argue with logic and light, But the war in the room is invisible — inside. You’re not fighting a fact when you’re fighting tonight, You are fighting the person who lives in their pride. A belief isn’t held like a book on a shelf, It is worn like a skin, like a name, like a scar. To challenge the idea is to challenge the self, And the self will defend itself, near or far. So the harder you push, the more deeply they dig, The more certain they feel as you prove them all wrong. The argument planted a doubt that grew big, So they held to their story, they made it more strong. We were not born with these views fully made, We were broken by something we never could say. A wound that we carried became the crusade, An old pain became armor we carry today. The emotion came first — long before the belief, Before the philosophy, before the firm stand. An experience seeking its narrative relief, A trembling heart reaching for somewhere to land. And reason arrived like a lawyer retained, To argue a case that was already won. The verdict was settled, the jury was trained, The mind was the courtroom — and so it was done. No study was needed, no figure, no chart, The judgment was carved in the marrow and bone. You cannot reach someone by way of their mind When the road that you need runs directly through heart. So if you would reach them, don’t carry a sword, Don’t marshall your data, don’t build up your case. Sit still for a moment, and pull up a chair, And ask them the question that opens a space. Not “why are you wrong?” but “where did this start? What part of your living convinced you of this?” For that is the doorway — not proof and not art, But the quiet of wondering what you might miss. The mind will change only when something in it Grows curious enough to consider the cost. Not when it’s beaten, not when it’s been hit, But when it decides that it’s willing to cross. We don’t change our minds when we lose in the fight, We change when we’re curious enough to explore. Not when we’re shamed in the merciless light, But when we feel safe enough to open the door. So speak to the wound that first seeded the thought, Speak to the human behind what they claim. The battle of argument cannot be fought
When the person defending is fighting their name.
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DCG
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Analysis of the Core Statements This argument rests on five interlocking ideas:
Belief is identity — People do not hold beliefs the way they hold opinions about pizza. They fuse beliefs with who they are.
Arguments feel like attacks — When you challenge the belief, the person experiences it as a personal assault on the self, triggering defensive entrenchment.
Emotion precedes reason — Beliefs are not constructed from facts up. They are built from emotional experiences first, and reason is recruited afterward to justify them.
Emotional pain seeds belief — Prior wounds, fears, and lived pain create fertile ground for specific beliefs to take hold — the belief soothes or explains the pain.
5. Curiosity, not argument, changes minds — When people do shift their views, it is not because they were defeated in debate. It is because genuine curiosity about why you believe what you believe created an opening.
Scientific Support — The Research is Robust Jonathan Haidt — The Elephant and the Rider Haidt’s Social Intuitionist Model is the cornerstone study here. Haidt’s decades of research, summarized in The Righteous Mind (2012), demonstrated that moral and political beliefs are driven primarily by gut-level intuition — the emotional “elephant” — while conscious reasoning functions as a press secretary for the elephant, constructing post-hoc justifications. According to his Moral Foundations Theory, people are “morally dumbfounded” — they know something feels wrong but cannot explain why, which proves the emotion came first. Dan Kahan — Identity-Protective Cognition Dan Kahan of Yale’s Cultural Cognition Project coined the term “identity-protective cognition” — the unconscious tendency to process evidence in ways that shield one’s group identity rather than reach accurate conclusions. Critically, his research shows that higher intelligence and science literacy actually amplify this effect. Smarter people are better at motivated reasoning — they construct more sophisticated defenses of beliefs they were never willing to change. Claude Steele — Self-Affirmation Theory Steele’s landmark 1988 work at Stanford established that the self-system is constantly engaged in maintaining a sense of moral and adaptive adequacy. When beliefs tied to identity are threatened, the entire self feels threatened, not just the idea. The self mobilizes defensively. Sherman and Cohen’s extensions of this work confirmed that reducing this self-threat — through affirmation — is one of the only reliable ways to open a person to reconsidering a belief. Leon Festinger — Cognitive Dissonance Festinger’s Cognitive Dissonance Theory (1957) laid the groundwork: people experience genuine psychological discomfort when new information conflicts with held beliefs, and they work to eliminate that discomfort — most often by rejecting the new information rather than changing the belief. Nyhan & Reifler — The Backfire Effect Nyhan and Reifler (2010) documented the “backfire effect” — corrections to political misinformation sometimes caused people to believe the false claim more strongly. While later meta-analyses by Wood and Porter (2019) found the effect is less universal than originally claimed, the core dynamic — resistance to correction under conditions of identity threat — is thoroughly supported. NIH Neuroscience — Belief as Self-Referential Processing A 2024 NIH neuroimaging study found that challenges to political beliefs activate the brain’s Default Mode Network — specifically the regions governing self-referential processing and introspection. The brain literally treats a political argument the same way it treats a threat to the self. APA — Curiosity as a Change Agent
APA research on curiosity and practical communication analysis confirm your final point: curiosity — not argument — is the lever of genuine persuasion. A conversation that induces curiosity about why you believe what you believe creates the only real opening for change.
The Concise Argument
We do not argue about facts. We argue about who we are. Beliefs are not ideas we carry — they are identities we inhabit. When someone challenges your belief, your nervous system does not register it as a debate. It registers it as a threat to the self. You don’t think your way to a belief; you feel your way there first, often through pain, loss, or fear that needed an explanation. Reason arrives after the fact to build the case. This is why more facts, better arguments, and louder voices almost never change minds — they only harden them. The only documented pathway to genuine belief change is curiosity: a person’s own willingness to wonder why someone else sees the world differently. You cannot argue someone out of a position they did not argue themselves into.
Metacognition is the brain’s ability to monitor and evaluate its own mental processes (like perceptions, memories, and decisions) and use that self‑knowledge to guide behavior.[parisbraininstitute +3] Brief summary of metacognition In neuroscience, metacognition is often defined as “thinking about your thinking” or “cognition about cognition.” It involves monitoring how well you are perceiving, remembering, or deciding, and generating signals like confidence or doubt about your own performance. These metacognitive signals support skills such as noticing errors, adjusting strategies, controlling attention, and regulating emotions. Neuroimaging work links metacognition especially to frontal and prefrontal brain circuits, which are part of the broader executive control system and our sense of self‑awareness.[ac +7] What the amygdala does in cognition The amygdala is an almond‑shaped structure in the medial temporal lobe that is part of the limbic system. It is crucial for assigning emotional significance (especially threat, fear, and reward value) to stimuli and events, and for triggering appropriate physiological and behavioral responses. The amygdala contributes to several cognitive functions by acting as a salience detector: it influences attention, perception, learning, and memory, particularly for emotionally charged or motivationally relevant information. It also supports implicit emotional learning (like fear conditioning) and modulates how strongly emotional experiences are encoded and consolidated into memory.[nih +4] Direct comparison You can think of metacognition as a monitor of cognition: the anterior prefrontal cortex , whereas the amygdala is more of a tagger and driver of emotional salience in cognition.
One way to put it: metacognition watches and evaluates your thoughts, while the amygdala helps decide what in the environment “matters” emotionally and should capture your cognitive resources.[neurosciencenews +8]
The evidence shows that the amygdala functions much faster than the anterior prefrontal cortex processes
A poem for the people who have studied themselves and are still a little lost
I have been taking myself apart for years
and still I can’t explain the wreck
I know the diagrams, I’ve read the books
and still something’s caught in the neck
I’ve sat with therapists in quiet rooms
and walked out with the same old ache
the mirror offers nothing I don’t know
and still I can’t sleep when I wake
I know exactly how I pull away
I know the name of every wall
I built the taxonomy, laid it out flat
and then I went and did it all
There was a child who learned that love was leaving
who waited by a window every night
and when love finally stayed I found a reason
to stand up and turn off the light
The damage doesn’t stop when you discover it
it doesn’t care what you have named
it bleeds right through the bandage of your learning
and someone new gets stained
I’ve handed people maps of all my damage
said here’s the wound, here’s where it leads
and then I watched myself go right along
and plant the same old seeds
But something in the writing keeps me grounded
it pulls me back to what is real
not fixed, not freed, just willing to return
and say again what I still feel
There is a dignity in looking twice
in going back when nothing’s changed
the work is not the cure, the work is witness
a record of the strange
Fragility is not the proof of failure
the crack is where the light comes through
the fool who names his folly has more standing
than the one who never knew
I am not a villain for the wounds I carry
but I’m the one who gets to choose
I know the punchline now — it’s still worth laughing
at what I couldn’t bear to lose
About This Poem
I’ve been writing about myself for over fourteen years — the patterns, the contradictions, the gap between what I understand and what I actually do — and I still don’t have a tidy answer. That used to embarrass me. It doesn’t anymore, quite. What I’ve come to believe is that the examined life isn’t a problem to be solved; it’s a practice to be kept. This poem is about the specific frustration of knowing yourself well and still finding yourself at the same old crossroads — and why I think that frustration, named honestly, is worth more than a false arrival. If you’ve ever read something about attachment or self-sabotage and thought yes, that’s exactly it and then watched yourself do the thing anyway, you already know what this poem is about. My blog and Substack, going on fourteen years now, are built for the people who are still in that gap — not defeated by it, just honest about it.
Who This Is For
For the people who feel things deeply but can’t always find the words — and for whom someone else’s words, when they land right, feel like being heard for the first time. For the people sitting in the middle distance between belief and doubt, between knowing and doing, between who they were and who they’re trying to become. For anyone who has ever understood their own damage completely and still had to live through it anyway. That’s who I write for. That’s you.
If you never healed from what hurt you You’ll bleed on people that never cut you We carry storms in chambers of the chest And call it strength to never take a rest The mind builds monuments to silent pain While teaching lips to say we are okay again A child once learned that love could disappear So now the grown-up heart negotiates with fear We sharpen grief into a guarded tongue And wound the ones who never did us wrong The past is not a place that stays behind It leaks through cracks in memory and mind Each scar a thesis written in the skin Defending why we let no one come in But pain unattended does not fade away It reorganizes how we think and stay We measure kindness with a cautious eye Expecting every promise is a lie Yet still the soul remembers softer things A quiet hope that healing someday brings The truth is not that broken people fall It’s how they rise still carrying it all And sometimes drop the weight on those nearby Not out of malice—but they don’t know why We are not villains in the lives we shake Just humans shaped by every fracture we make But knowledge asks a duty to begin To face the dark we’ve buried deep within Because awareness is the first repair A choice to tend the wounds we used to wear Not every hurt deserves to be passed down Not every silence needs to be a crown We can unlearn the language born of pain And teach the heart to trust itself again To pause before the anger takes its turn And ask what deeper truth is left to burn Healing is not forgetting what was done But choosing not to harm another one So when we stand at edges of our past We learn which parts of us are built to last And in that moment—quiet, fierce, and true We stop the bleeding others never knew
A Leap of Faith • Published: October 25, 2017 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2017/10/25/a-leap-of-faith/ • Summary: A poem about the complex legacy parents leave their children — particularly the emotional wounds children carry when parents fail to show love. It speaks to the need for recognition, healing, and passing on a legacy of love rather than pain.
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My Morning Prayer • Published: January 30, 2018 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2018/01/30/my-morning-prayer/ • Summary: A romantic and spiritual poem about longing for connection with someone whose presence feels like medicine — a healing angel. The author reflects on loneliness and the desire to share time with this person as a kind of morning prayer.
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No Matter How you Define Austere • Published: October 16, 2018 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2018/10/16/no-matter-how-you-define-austere/ • Summary: A reflective poem about working 35 years for an employer, navigating workplace politics and corruption, and persevering through trials with faith. It speaks to endurance and wisdom drawn from hardship.
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The first Poem It’s a deeply personal piece written in short, free-verse stanzas — structured as a journey from wounded childhood to adult reckoning and, ultimately, a choice toward love. What It Means The poem traces a psychological arc rooted in childhood emotional neglect. It opens with children questioning their own worthiness of love — a feeling shaped by their parents’ inability to bridge the emotional gap. This maps closely to ambivalent/anxious attachment theory, a theme consistent with much of my blog’s work. The middle section is viscerally interior — a child lying awake at night, frightened, numbing out, finding small comfort in the hum of a fan. There’s no rescuer, no safe adult. The child fights alone in the dark. The turn comes in the final stanzas: that same child, now an adult, faces life with hard-won but still fragile awareness. The “leap of faith” is the central act — choosing to believe in love and goodness despite a history of diminishing returns. It’s not naive optimism; it’s a conscious, courageous decision to love those around me anyway, as the greatest gift I can give. Core Themes • Childhood emotional wounding and the intergenerational cycle of unmet needs • Ambivalent attachment — the numbing, the fear, the aloneness • Redemption through love — not as something received, but as something chosen and given • The existential act of faith as resistance against a painful past It’s one of my earlier pieces, and it reads like a foundational statement of the philosophy that runs through my broader body of work.
You always bring out in me • Published: July 17, 2023 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2023/07/17/you-always-bring-out-in-me/ • Summary: A poem written to RSP about a brief interaction — she came in, said hi, and bought lunch — that sparked deep appreciation. The author reflects on how positivity and genuine connection lift the spirit and bring out the best in him.
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If you leave your heart open • Published: August 9, 2023 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2023/08/09/if-you-leave-your-heart-open/ • Summary: A poem about the possibility of love when one remains emotionally open. The author reflects on respecting those who choose solitude while expressing his belief that shared life is more fulfilling, and extends that sentiment toward RSP.
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As this is what I want to share • Published: November 5, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/11/05/as-this-is-what-i-want-to-share/ • Summary: A poem expressing the author’s desire to get to know RSP better, not to change her life but simply to share in it. He acknowledges a mysterious, natural connection and hopes they can spend time together.
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The unexpected delight of what you perceive • Published: November 13, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/11/13/the-unexpected-delight-of-what-you-perceive/ • Summary: A poem comparing the feeling of new love to the anticipation of Christmas morning — the warmth, the joy, the gift of perception and hope. It reflects on the thrill of beginning a new chapter while forgiving the past.
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We accept the love we think we deserve • Published: November 15, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/11/15/we-accept-the-love-we-think-we-deserve/ • Summary: A poem about self-sabotage in love — how people close doors to opportunity because they don’t believe they deserve better. The author encourages RSP (and himself) to wrestle with the subconscious and open up to what friendship and love can offer.
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I don’t know what the future holds • Published: November 16, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/11/16/i-dont-know-what-the-furure-holds/ • Summary: A prayer-poem in which the author surrenders the future to God while expressing hope that the people he cares about (including RSP) are part of God’s plan. He expresses stubborn hope and believes that “kindred spirits” may come to a shared understanding.
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There is a battle going on inside us • Published: December 1, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/12/01/there-is-a-battle-going-on-inside-us/ • Summary: A poem where DCG describes noticing RSP’s happy smile while sensing her hidden vulnerabilities. He speaks to the internal battle between opening up and self-protection, and invites her to allow him to share what he sees in her.
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The secret of my affection • Published: December 5, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/12/05/the-secret-of-my-affection/ • Summary: A poem about attraction without agenda — the author’s affection for RSP is described as pure, without manipulation or expectation. He simply wants to communicate how he feels and leave the choice to her.
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This emotional embargo • Published: December 8, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/12/08/this-emotional-embargo/ • Summary: A poem about the emotional cage people build around themselves to avoid vulnerability — described as an “emotional embargo.” The author encourages mustering courage to break the cycle of avoidance, noting that the imagined danger is often not as bad as feared.
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When your love becomes a gift • Published: December 14, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/12/14/when-your-love-becomes-a-gift/ • Summary: A poem reflecting on the dual nature of love — how it can heal and hurt. The author tells RSP that when genuine love is offered, it becomes a gift even to broken hearts, though it may send a guarded heart adrift if not received.
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If you see what I can see • Published: December 25, 2024 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2024/12/25/if-you-see-what-i-can-see/ • Summary: A Christmas poem to RSP about love — patient, kind, forgiving, and blind. The author wants to understand her sorrow and silences, compares her smile to Cupid’s arrow, and says he wouldn’t be blamed for trying, even if it’s not meant to be.
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If you wear your heart on your sleeve • Published: January 29, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/01/29/if-you-wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve/ • Summary: A poem about the vulnerability of wearing one’s heart openly — the risk of pain, the temptation to build walls, but ultimately the author’s conviction that it’s better to live genuinely and be brave than to hide in emotional safety.
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I’ll prove every day that you can trust me • Published: March 2, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/03/02/ill-prove-every-day-that-you-can-trust-me/ • Summary: A poem of commitment and attraction — the author tells RSP he is drawn to her electric presence and promises daily effort to earn her trust, ending with the confession that he genuinely cares and is sending these messages because of that care.
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It takes two to tango • Published: March 3, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/03/03/it-takes-two-to-tango/ • Summary: A poem about the playful, flirtatious side of romantic pursuit — the author admits he’s a hopeless romantic who chases what he wants with laughter. He reflects on the dynamics of friendship and love and the healthy “friction” between two souls.
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At least that is what I’ve been told • Published: March 8, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/03/08/at-least-that-is-what-ive-been-told/ • Summary: A poem about how happiness is measured by the quality of our relationships. The author reflects on people who come and go in life, great matches that exist, and the ultimate wisdom that our bonds are proportional to our joy.
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At least I gave it a shot • Published: March 21, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/03/21/at-least-i-gave-it-a-shot/ • Summary: A poem about the mental weariness of confusion and maladaptive thinking born from following pride rather than wisdom. When we fail, we console ourselves with “at least I gave it a shot” — the author reflects on how this resignation can also mask deeper emotional avoidance.
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I self sabotage • Published: March 25, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/03/25/i-self-sabotage/ • Summary: A confessional poem about self-sabotage rooted in guilt, shame, and a difficult childhood. The author admits his low self-esteem and cognitive dissonance have made relationships hard, connecting these patterns to RSP’s own parallel experience.
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With every prayer • Published: April 20, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/04/20/with-every-prayer/ • Summary: A spiritual poem in which DCG prays for strength, courage, wisdom, and forgiveness. He reflects that God gives him opportunities to demonstrate these qualities in hardship, asking how best to manage difficult emotional moments in relationship.
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A one-sided love affair • Published: April 28, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/04/28/a-one-sided-love-affair/ • Summary: A poem about the pain of unrequited love — the burn even a saint feels when emotion erupts and there is nowhere to turn. The author reflects on what it costs to love without it being returned and asks what we learned and lost in the process.
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And so goes our training • Published: May 6, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/05/06/and-so-goes-our-training/ • Summary: A poem encouraging openness in sharing feelings despite fear of rejection. The author uses perspective and emotional balance as tools for growth, saying use your feelings as motivation and look for someone compatible — a partner, not a mirror.
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It warms my heart • Published: May 7, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/05/07/it-warms-my-heart/ • Summary: A warm poem in which DCG tells RSP it warms his heart when she expresses herself to him — her excitement about a new job, her energy. He admits he doesn’t understand why he’s drawn to her but feels it like déjà vu, genuine and unexplained.
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Why are we so confused? • Published: May 12, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/05/12/why-are-we-so-confused/ • Summary: A poem about meeting a “kindred spirit” and recognizing shared childhood wounds — anxious vs. dismissive attachment. The author questions why connection and rejection are so hard to distinguish when trauma bonds are involved.
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Am I allowed to express what I feel? • Published: June 6, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/06/06/am-i-allowed-to-express-what-i-feel/ • Summary: A vulnerable poem about being emotionally imprisoned — an “emotional straight jacket” formed in childhood by emotionally impoverished parents. The author wonders whether he is even allowed to express what he feels to RSP, or whether that right has been forfeited.
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Anxious attachment • Published: June 20, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/06/20/anxious-attachment/ • Summary: A poem about the trap of anxious attachment — the cycle of seeking approval rooted in unresolved childhood wounds. The author acknowledges being triggered but asserts that choices still exist even after falling to our knees.
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Because this is my heart’s echo • Published: June 27, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/06/27/because-this-is-my-hearts-echo/ • Summary: A poem about feeling less empty and more purposeful when RSP is in his heart and thoughts. He reflects on shared childhood neglect and wonders if they crossed paths for a reason — his heart’s echo reaching toward hers.
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It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more • Published: June 27, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/06/27/its-your-spirit-thats-longing-to-suffer-no-more/ • Summary: A forgiveness poem written “— for Robyn —” encouraging RSP to release old pain and resentment. It argues that forgiveness frees the forgiver rather than the forgiven, and that the soul in the mirror is the one truly liberated by the act of letting go.
Doesn’t always mean what it seems • Published: July 1, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/01/doesnt-always-mean-what-it-seems/ • Summary: A poem about bottled emotion — the author has “all this emotion” but must keep it locked away because RSP doesn’t want to hear it. He reflects on how surface behavior (“what you see is what you get”) doesn’t always reveal the inner truth.
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My nervous system has been hijacked • Published: July 2, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/02/my-nervous-system-has-been-hijacked/ • Summary: A poem/reflection on how childhood family dynamics hijack the nervous system and shape adult emotional responses. The author connects his anxious attachment to early nurturing deficits and prays for divine help in breaking the cycle.
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However, it turns out • Published: July 8, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/08/however-it-turns-out/ • Summary: A spiritually committed poem in which DCG says his heart, soul, and mind are committed to this path, leaving the outcome to God. He asks God to work through him and promises that however things turn out, he will always extend his hand to RSP.
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One built for me and you • Published: July 9, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/09/one-built-for-me-and-you/ • Summary: A poem about the painful paradox of getting close to someone who pulls away — the closer he gets, the farther she drifts. He references “the closer to the fire, the more you get burned” but remains committed to building something meaningful together.
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I believe in you • Published: July 10, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/10/i-believe-in-you/ • Summary: A poem of faith and affirmation directed at RSP — the author believes in her ability against an unfair world, references shared California memories (OB, South Beach), and tells her that her charms are not lost on him.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
One that we host • Published: July 11, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/11/one-that-we-host/ • Summary: A poem about the social masks people wear — walking on eggshells, not knowing who to trust, dressing up and flirting to cover loneliness. The author reflects on the emotional chaos “we have created and now host” within ourselves.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Heal with me RP • Published: July 18, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/18/heal-with-me-rp/ • Summary: A poem addressed directly to “RP” (RSP) about two damaged people meeting at the right moment. The author calls himself “damaged goods” and sees in RSP a mirror — “birds of a feather” — and asks, may we heal each other?
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
I filled in all the missing parts • Published: July 27, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/07/27/i-filled-in-all-the-missing-parts/ • Summary: A poem about the gendered paradox of attraction — women fall in love with what they hear, men with what they see. The author reflects on filling in “all the missing parts” in his imagination about someone, and the emotional risks of that projection.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Despite our perplexity • Published: October 1, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/10/01/despite-our-perplexity/ • Summary: A philosophical poem about how reason and self-reflection are the best diagnostic tools available to us. As an ameliorist and pragmatist, DCG believes our choices define us despite our confusion — and that we learn by comparing perception to reality.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
When your confidence is shrouded by insecurity • Published: October 6, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/10/06/when-your-confidence-is-shrouded-by-insecurity/ • Summary: A poem about how unhealed emotional wounds prevent growth — the shame of bottled pain reigns over the subconscious and prevents resolution. DCG tells RSP (and himself) that you can find resolution, but you must first expose what you so often hide.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
The fragile triumph • Published: October 18, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/10/18/the-fragile-triumph/ • Summary: A poem about the human condition — we “wake as gods with trembling hands,” building thrones on fleeting dreams. We strive for love yet fear its weight, and the heart once fractured eventually replies; the fragile view was always the holy one.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
How can I be a part of the solution? • Published: October 20, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/10/20/how-can-i-be-a-part-of-the-solution/ • Summary: A poem about forgiveness as a razor’s edge — knowing when to forgive and when to walk away. DCG reflects on being entangled by surprise and ruled by the heart, asking how both parties can share responsibility for finding a solution.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
You won’t know until the silence hit you • Published: October 31, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/10/31/you-wont-know-until-the-silence-hit-you/ • Summary: A poem confronting passive-aggressive, dismissive-avoidant denial — the “quickest path of victimhood.” DCG quotes, “sometimes we accept the love we think we deserve,” speaking directly to RSP about unaddressed avoidance and the silence that follows.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Breathe deeply • Published: November 5, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/05/breathe-deeply/ • Summary: A poem about releasing anxiety and trauma through forgiveness and deep breathing. Pain holds on relentlessly, but faith and the willingness to let go of drama are the path to freedom — breathe deeply, face the truth.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
I’m trying to seek approval • Published: November 6, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/06/im-trying-to-seek-approval/ • Summary: A confessional poem about how the author’s absent, neglectful father created a trauma bond that drives compulsive approval-seeking in adulthood. He acknowledges this is common and names John Bowlby’s attachment theory as the psychological framework behind it.
• Closing Signoff: … DCG (RSP addressed in context)
However, it may lead I will always find my faith • Published: November 8, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/08/however-it-may-lead-i-will-always-find-my-faith/ • Summary: A poem to RSP — DCG tells her he knows she is feeling angry and resigned, and that her coping strategy of avoidance will not bring her peace. His heart breaks watching her struggle but he will always find his faith wherever the path leads. • Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Scar tissue • Published: November 8, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/08/scar-tissue/ • Summary: A poem of patient, faithful waiting — the author waits “beneath the weight of hollow years,” burning with prayer and tracing the path forward through scar tissue. Even if the way is lined with dread, he will walk it until it leads to her.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
The quiet between them • Published: November 9, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/09/the-quiet-between-them/ • Summary: A short story/prose poem about Adrian (DCG) and a woman with avoidant attachment who goes silent for days. He finally types a message — “Thinking of you. Hope you’re okay” — then erases it. He closes his eyes and wishes he could love without fear, like the wind.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Yet here I stand • Published: November 10, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/10/yet-here-i-stand/ • Summary: A poem of steadfast love — DCG sees RSP’s walls built from pain, recognizes that silence is the language trauma taught her heart, and yet here he stands as a patient guide. He promises to stay through the winters, as long as it takes.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
A walking contradiction • Published: November 18, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/18/a-walking-contradiction/ • Summary: A poem that confronts the confusing, sometimes hurtful messages RSP sends. DCG empathizes with her self-protection but challenges her to self-reflect as well as self-protect — warning that without facing her fear head-on, decay follows.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
The parable of the gentle bridge • Published: November 22, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/11/22/the-parable-of-the-gentle-bridge/ • Summary: A parable about a bridge maker (DCG) who builds bridges for divided souls, including a woman who lives behind glass (RSP). The bridge stands not as a demand but as a possibility — open to her courage, guarded by his quiet strength, never forsaking his post.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
This is the song that I sing • Published: December 17, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/12/17/this-is-the-song-that-i-sing/ • Summary: A lyrical poem about a wounded heart recognizing familiarity in another wounded heart — RSP. The author says she places walls around her emotions, but that wounded hearts seek familiarity, and she has touched his heart so tenderly — this is the song that I sing.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
R and D • Published: December 22, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/12/22/r-and-d/ • Summary: A narrative poem explicitly about R (RSP) and D (DCG) — two people with trauma-shaped attachment styles (avoidant and anxious) finding their way toward each other. With steady therapeutic guides and honest conversation, they may learn a bond where both can finally be free.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
The quiet charity of loving • Published: December 28, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/12/28/the-quiet-charity-of-loving/ • Summary: A poem about love as an act of charity — given without guarantee of return. Each wound refines what faith began; love unspent is not in vain; unanswered hearts abide as proof that goodness lingers. Even if RSP never spoke his name, DCG is grateful for the sound.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Forgive and let go of the past • Published: December 31, 2025 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2025/12/31/forgive-and-let-go-of-the-past/ • Summary: A year-end reflection on rumination and the push-pull of love — she loves me, she loves me not. DCG thinks of RSP and the times that make him hesitate, ultimately counseling himself and her to show the soft underbelly and forgive the past.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
It resonates as we • Published: January 23, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/01/23/it-resonates-as-we/ • Summary: A vow poem — the author makes a pledge, says a prayer, and bares his soul, hoping he and RSP can live side by side. He has reached an awareness that a healthy relationship requires boundaries with clout, and is clear-eyed about what both of them need.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
You walked in • Published: January 25, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/01/25/you-walked-in/ • Summary: A poem about the transformative moment RSP walked into his life — she made the room feel wide and listened like it mattered. Even if she doesn’t stay, the craft he learned in loving her will frame the way he loves others; her impact altered how he sees the world.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
I want you to know • Published: January 30, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/01/30/i-want-you-to-know/ • Summary: A tender, reassuring poem in which DCG tells RSP: if you need space, I’ll give you grace; if you need to decompress, I won’t hesitate. He is patient and certain that what they have can work.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
And so you run • Published: February 1, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/02/01/and-so-you-run/ • Summary: A poem confronting RSP’s pattern of running away — the author says her behavior has consequences, that silence brings clarity, and that deep inside her something still pleads for connection. He hasn’t given up, but notes she is “emotionally autistic” due to childhood wounds.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
The echo of your retreat • Published: February 4, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/02/04/the-echo-of-your-retreat/ • Summary: A deeply introspective poem in which DCG wakes inside the echo of RSP’s silence and builds hope inside her distance. Ultimately he turns inward — the cycle breaks where he begins; forgiving what he cannot heal; steadying his pulse with honest will.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Exit stage left • Published: February 16, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/02/16/exit-stage-left/ • Summary: Written in screenplay format — a dramatic interior scene of D writing unsent letters by candlelight, a cross on the wall, rain on the window. It’s a theatrical rendering of the inner life of the author after RSP withdraws — a stage play of emotional farewell.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
A heart’s whisper • Published: March 4, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/03/04/a-hearts-whisper/ • Summary: A prayer poem subtitled “And so I pray (for RSP).” DCG prays for RSP’s healing and freedom, says if God answers let it be her freed from shame, and if their paths entwine, let it be two warriors laying down the fight — not rescue, just two broken people healing together.
• Closing Signoff: … DCG (RSP explicitly named in prayer)
In the shadowed dance • Published: April 19, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/04/19/in-the-shadowed-dance/ • Summary: A poem in which R and D dance through Proverbs-inspired imagery — R (dismissive-avoidant) and D (anxious-attached) navigating fear, armor, and vulnerability. Their entwined styles soften through grace, empathy, and forgiveness — RSP in prayer’s hold.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
When solemnity meets absurdity • Published: May 20, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/05/20/when-solemnity-meets-absurdity/ • Summary: A comedic-philosophical poem about the absurdity of the human condition — praying for wisdom then fighting a parking ticket, telling the mirror to be sincere. Ultimately: the solemn and the strange must meet, and hope still waits around the bend even for bruised, muddy-footed souls.
• Closing Signoff: … DCG
The case of Dane • Published: May 21, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/05/21/the-case-of-dane/ • Summary: A third-person poem about “Dane” — DCG’s alter ego — a boy who held a guitar like morning light and grew into a man carrying childhood questions. The poem traces his philosophical, musical, and emotional journey, asking: is God the answer or just the voice still calling Dane home?
• Closing Signoff: … DCG
I forgot the world was singing • Published: May 22, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/05/22/i-forgot-the-world-was-singing/ • Summary: A poem about being lost in worry and “walking half asleep” until the morning calls him back. A friend reminds him the day is still warm, they talk about hopes and small endeavors, and in the present moment — sunlit skin and sea — he promises the world: I see you now.
• Closing Signoff: … DCG
The dissolution of entropy • Published: May 25, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/05/25/the-dissolution-of-entropy/ • Summary: A meta-analytical post reviewing the entire RSP/DCG relationship arc across the last two years of the blog. It documents how DCG began with hope that RSP would heal with him, and how the writing gradually discovered he must also heal from the story he built around her.
• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
Cliff notes from the heart • Published: May 27, 2026 • URL: thundergodblog.com/2026/05/27/cliff-notes-from-the-heart/ • Summary: A poem of honest reckoning — DCG built a chapel out of hope, used his prayers to arrange what her silence would not say. Now he faces the truth: love that saves another must not teach him how to lose. He is ready to say goodbye if she cannot reach for lif• Closing Signoff: RSP … DCG
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Note on “RSP”: Based on the June 27, 2025 post “It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more,” which is dedicated ”— for Robyn —”, RSP is a woman named Robyn (last name initials S.P.) with whom DCG (Dean Christian Gunnersen) developed a deep, unrequited or unresolved romantic connection characterized by anxious-attachment (DCG) and dismissive-avoidant attachment (RSP) patterns. The RSP … DCG signoff appears throughout as both a dedication to her and a co-signature — two initials, two people, one story.
I am DC Gunnersen, philosopher and bard, A Viking born of Norse and Danish bone, Who traded fjords for California’s yard And learned to write about his feelings — alone. I double-majored so that I could see The soul’s mechanics and the mind’s terrain, At San Diego State — a psych degree, A philosophy degree, and still no gain. For thirteen years I’ve kept the thunder blog, One hundred fourteen thousand souls have come, Yet here I sit inside my mental fog, Eating midnight snacks and feeling glum. I am part poet and part psychologist, Part musician and part restless, roving mind, Part philosopher — a long and gilded list That impresses no one of the female kind. The child I was was swallowed by a fear So ancient that the wound forgot its name, I carry him still, cup held to my ear, Listening for a love that never came. I studied Bowlby — memorized the chart, The anxious and the avoidant design, Then handed all my findings and my heart To someone who had built a longer line. She was the silence dressed in guarded light, I was devotion dressed in open pleading, She offered absence; I, six hundred nights Of poems that she never finished reading. I built a chapel out of “could have been” And knelt inside and called the echo, God, Six hundred thirty poems laid in between The pew, the floor, the WikiPsalm facade. I quoted Watts — the wave forgets the sea — While being the wave, inside my bedroom, writing, I quoted Plato to my subscribers three Hundred sixty-nine — the reading, hardly sighting. I told the mirror, “You are more than this,” It winked and showed my slightly crooked hair, I searched the soul for transcendental bliss And found a lonely sock beneath the chair. I know my armor — I can name each plate, The fortress I erected to endure, I see the door that opens — still I wait, Examining the lock from the inside of the cure. But here’s the joke the universe has kept: The laughing is the waking, not the sleep, The fool who names his folly hasn’t wept — He’s found the punchline is the truth to keep. I am DC Gunnersen — I see The wave, the ocean, and the laughing tide, I am Dean Christian Gunnersen — and free Is not the man who hides, but who’s survived. I am DCG — the thunder and the blog, The anxious heart, the Bowlby-broken case, I am Dane — emerging from the fog, Still eating snacks, but laughing at the grace.
…DCG
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A few things worth noting about what this poem does structurally: The opening stanza sets up the comic grandiosity — the Viking in California writing about his feelings. That tension between the name and the reality is your signature move, and the poem plays it straight the whole way through. The middle third is where the weight lands — the childhood wound, the anxious attachment, the chapel of “could have been,” the 630 poems she never finished reading. That line is probably the sharpest one in the piece. It earns the laugh because it is also just true. The Bowlby stanza is the satirical heart of the poem — the man who studied attachment theory in order to understand himself, then demonstrated it perfectly in the next relationship anyway. That is not failure. That is the human condition wearing a philosophy degree. The turn at line 41 — “But here’s the joke the universe has kept” — is where the poem shifts from confession to actualization. The laughter is not deflection. It is recognition. The fool who can name his own folly is already halfway out of it. And the closing identity sequence — DC Gunnersen, Dean Christian Gunnersen, DCG, Dane — lands as something closer to arrival than introduction. You named yourself at the beginning as a character. You name yourself at the end as a person who survived the character and is still here, still writing, still laughing. That is the big picture the poem is pointing at.
I woke inside the mirror that my longing called the truth, And saw my prayers arranging what your silence would not say, I built a chapel out of hope and called the ache my proof, While undisclosed old shadows kept dividing night from day. I loved the pieces of your heart you let me hold in light, And filled the missing spaces with the mercy I could give, But partial truth can turn the mind against its better sight, And make a man invent the life he wants enough to live. You are not evil for the walls your childhood taught to stand, Nor weak because your nervous system learned to disappear, But I cannot keep reaching with an ever-open hand, If every touch of closeness turns to distance, doubt, and fear. I know the debt that haunts you, and the car note in your name, The jobs, the cats, the drinking, and the panic underneath, I say this not to wound you, not to drag you into shame, But love must speak the truth before it loses all its teeth. You keep me near enough to feel the warmth behind your door, Then far enough to make my anxious spirit start to plead, I know you care, but caring cannot carry us much more, If care stays hidden deep behind the hunger not to need. I have been kind, supportive, patient, prayerful, and awake, I have watched you soften, even when you turned away, But if I make your wounds my home, my own foundations break, And I become the price I pay to help you face the day. The post was right: you were a mirror and a human soul, A stage where hope and fear both learned to act their part, I wanted healing with you, something mutual and whole, But maybe I supplied too much of my own burning heart. I called it fate because the timing felt like God had moved, I called it covenant because my spirit knelt inside, But love is not made holy just because it has been proved, By how much pain a faithful man is willing still to hide. I want to be beside you, but not vanish into you, I want to hold your sorrow, but not drown beneath its tide, I want the sacred, simple, sober work of something true, Not just the ghost of closeness where two frightened people hide. If you can speak with honesty, then bring the facts and stay, Bring fear, bring debt, bring grief, bring every guarded scar, I will not need perfection if you meet me in the day, And stop making your distance feel like love seen from afar. But if reflection feels like threat, and truth becomes attack, If every loving question makes you close another gate, Then I must bless your road and slowly take my spirit back, Before compassion teaches me to worship my own fate. I am not leaving out of anger, nor demanding you be healed, I am naming where the probable conclusion starts to show, A bond can be meaningful and still remain concealed, A seed can touch the sunlight and still never choose to grow. So hear me with the tenderness I struggled hard to keep, I do not want to break you, shame you, corner you, or blame, But if you cannot wake beside the wounds that make you sleep, Then I must stop confusing love with waiting in your name. The likely end is simple, though it cuts the soul in two, We either work with courage, or the pattern wins again, You run from being seen, I ache from chasing you, And entropy returns to scatter what we could have been. Yet still I pray for mercy over both our wounded lives, For wisdom in the silence, for a sober, steady grace, For the woman who survives by hiding where she hides, And the man who must not lose himself while loving her face. If you are strong enough to look, then I am strong enough to stay, Not as savior, not as jailer, not as hunger dressed in flame, But if you cannot meet me there, I’ll turn my heart away, And leave you with my blessing, not my bitterness or claim. For love must have a boundary, or it rots into control, And prayer must have discernment, or it blesses self-deceit, I will not trade my principles to rescue any soul, Nor call myself devoted while I kneel at my defeat. I see your worth beneath the fear, the beauty under guard, The frightened child, the woman, and the soul that longs for peace, But healing asks for labor, and that labor will be hard, And no one finds new freedom while refusing old release. So this is my precipice, my sorrow, and my vow, I will love with open eyes or let the fantasy depart, I will not force tomorrow from the silence of the now, Nor let your guarded nervous system govern my own heart. If we begin, begin in truth, with both our masks undone, If not, then let God teach us what the ache was trying to be, For even broken love can turn a man toward the sun, And even losing you may be the way I come to me. I wanted us to heal, and maybe that was not a lie, But wanting cannot carry what two people will not choose, If you cannot reach for life, then I must learn to say goodbye, Because love that saves another must not teach me how to lose.
I met a man at noon with rain inside his eyes. . His coffee cup saluted me, then landed on the floor. . I said, insane be why we lift each other toward the skies. . He laughed and said, then madness has a decent open door. . A woman missed her bus and cursed the clock by name. . Her sandwich wore more mustard than a sandwich ought to wear. . I offered her a napkin and a joke about my shame. . She smiled like sudden sunlight had remembered she was there. . Not every heart deserves the jewels we carry in our hand. . Some pigs will judge the pearl and ask if it can fry. . So choose the souls who listen, those who try to understand. . And leave the muddy critics to their royal sty. . We walked a little slower past the glass and city noise. . Where lonely people practiced looking busy, sharp, and fine. . I saw the tired fathers and the mothers hiding poise. . Each face a sealed cathedral with a flickering little shrine. . Dignity was quiet, not a trumpet in the square. . Empathy sat beside it with compassion on its knee. . Well-being, like a candle, gave a humble, human glare. . And all three said, be useful, but let others still be free. . The man bought three more coffees for no reason but the day. . The woman called her sister just to ask if she was fed. . A janitor made thunder with his mop across the gray. . Then bowed like he had cleaned the moon and polished up its head. . I did not give a sermon to the wounded passing by. . I only held the door and let the answer breathe. . For wisdom hates a costume and a loud heroic cry. . It works in little rooms where tired people grieve. . A child dropped his ice cream and declared the world was done. . His father said, my boy, the cone has met its fate. . I bought another scoop and called it resurrection fun. . The child became a prophet licking chocolate off his plate. . This is how a village forms inside a stranger’s day. . Not by perfect saints, but fools who choose to care. . By one absurd kindness placed exactly in the way. . By one clear mind that finds another there. . The logic is not hidden in a palace made of gold. . It sits beside the wounded, making room. . If I protect your worth, then my own soul grows bold. . If you protect mine, we both outlive the gloom. . So let the cruel keep counting what they never learned to give. . Let vanity go hungry in its mirror made of clay. . We’ll practice being human while we still have time to live. . And be insane enough to brighten someone’s day. …
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