When humor hurts…

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The ripe sarcasm
Of your words, said in jest,
Cut deep under my skin,
But are never accompanied 
By any soothing nuances
To let me know
You have a soul
Under your exterior of humor.

Laughter, they say,
Is good medicine
For the soul.
But it seems
You laugh to hide
Your inability to show love.

Perhaps you show love
In a way I cannot comprehend.
Perhaps I don’t recognize it
Because it’s not
The kind of love I need.

How sad,
That after all this time
You don’t understand me at all.
How frustrating
That I can’t discuss this with you
Without starting a fight.

I don’t want to fight,
I don’t want to hurt you.
I rather spend
The remainder of your days
Creating happy memories
For you are the only one left.

But, how gut-wrenching,
That there will always be
An underlying sense of insincerity,
For there is no humor
To ever compensate
For love not felt
From one’s own mother.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 3 2016
Originally published: October 4 2016
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18 thoughts on “When humor hurts…”

  1. What a profoundly sad poem! Humor can be a great gift, but it can also be a weapon of passive-aggressiveness and a way of deflecting unwanted truths. And there are few things harder than feeling unloved by one’s own mother, but that is the sad reality for some people. Hugs to you……

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  2. This post really spoke to me, not only in my own relationship with my mother, but was also an insight into myself. I, too, use sarcasm and humor to deal with life-and I don’t always see the pain it may cause others. Even though her lack of a filter-due to her dementia-causes her to deliver continuous barbs, I need to be more mindful and not reply in kind. Your insight is timely, my friend.

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    1. Hi there! So nice to see you. I’ve been a bit mia myself, my apologies! Quite a bit happening on my end lately and it can be quite overwhelming at times.

      So glad my drama can help yours 😁
      But seriously, I often fear posting such personal stuff but sometimes I just need to get it off my chest. Sometimes I need my mother but all I get is a woman who has no idea who I am. And it hurts that she probably doesn’t want to know. Oh well. All I can do is learn from these events and try to be better with my munchkin.

      Sending hugs. 🌷 hope you’ve been well. ☺

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  3. Hey there! My name is Ben, and I’m fourteen years old. I’m a big fan of your blog. I happen to have my own growing humor blog, and I was wondering if you might let me feature on your site. And if there’s anything I can do for you, just say the word.

    Let me know
    -Ben of bendeplume.com

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