TO HOUSE AN INSECURITY!

To house an insecurity all of your life...
Trying to find that someone who would become a husband or a wife.
When very young diaries hold secrets for wishes to breathe,
Doubts, fears and observances take precedence at the mental front seat,
Suspicions may fester through each relationship had,
Some fun, some intense, some destructive, some sad,
And yet that child within searches for that one fairytale,
Where total understanding, kindness and perception will prevail...
In someone:
Where the deepest insecurity can be stroked without abuse...
Met with a cushion of knowing, gently dissipating the grip of it's rigid noose,
Which wallows in crippling freedom to be that one and only you,
Not to be totally blended with another's personality losing personal identity,
And yet not so detached that the relation runs on empty,
Ideals are illusions suspended in a sanctuary of cloudy hope,
And the sin of contrariness is the brawn... deceptive trickster gilded to spice up
love's tidal boat,
Relationships thrive on one-another's unspoken need...
When allowed to be shown the mind says... 'Don't do that... it's weak!'