My Liberator

Life asked me, do you love me? I looked at Life in silence, weighing in her question Wanting not to hurt her, yet, wanting to tell her the truth! Did you ever give me the opportunity to love you Whispered I to it, Refusing adamantly to make eye contact with it! Did you ever allow me to love you What I sought from you, I never got Only begot I, Dark pricks in my inner self, Misunderstood by the whole lot Trampled upon by the hooves of humankind As if, As if, I were mere filth! Life looked at me Then, Shamefaced, lowered her gaze And looked away! I am not to be blamed, said it, I am ruled by your load of actions and reactions If you suffer amidst my expanse It must be surely because so do you deserve! The silence that settled between us became stifling So much that I swallowed my gulp, and sought out Love, Love, who remains bent on his own ego On his own crescendo, on his own rollercoaster Why, if Life remains so hard to love At least Love, Even if, hidden in between folds of subtleness, remains my liberator! Free Verse Style Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet Written on 2nd January 2019