The Tempest - 2022

​Can caring for someone ever be a crime?
Perhaps not in of itself, but over time,
Evil acts have been justified this way...
So, would silence make me the hero today?
The thought-tempest threatens to escape the bind
That has been keeping it restrained in my mind.
So much effort is needed to keep control,
As if what’s raging to break free is my soul.
But then, should my wants, desires, be denied?
Or for once my selflessness be pushed aside?
I want to tell you how I feel, odds be damned,
In the end, if then shut, the lid needs be slammed,
And the tempest forced back under lock and key,
At least then perhaps I can again be free.
I know that wanting someone very much,
Will not simply net you their tender touch,
And that this is no game; much is on the line,
Feelings can flounder, sink, and not only mine.
This is, after all, your time of greatest stress,
Last thing you need is for me to make a mess.
I can’t responsibly rock this boat of ours,
When keeping you from harm is beyond my powers.
But perhaps I underrate your fortitude,
And together we could weather this storm-feud.