Why Should You Talk To a Screaming Witch?

I was just scared

Our family would crack

You told me clearly

I was out of whack.

Distressed and  sad

I reached out

Wanting your touch

And got a rebuff

For feeling too much.

I pleaded  and begged

Let’s work as a team

You simply did not

Get what I mean.

Our once warm marriage

Lay on a freezer shelf

While you were engrossed

In a search for  yourself.

I so badly needed
Some basic compassion
to help my comprehension
of complex constellations
where myriad perceptions
and many disappointments
created festering wounds

crushed  every  hope
All I got was a sermon-

Go learn how to cope.

Seeking clarity and sanity
An end to confusion  

I raised  basic  questions
About current situations
Today's expectations
These you firmly dismissed 

As my puerile imagination
And jealous indignation
Or the rattling skeletons
Of my long dead demons.

Is there space for a wife

In your complicated life
With so many permutations
And discursive combinations
I asked in consternation
Exhausted  and snappy
You then blithely declared 

I  could never be happy.

Nerves stretched taut
Dying to be heard
I raised my voice

Changed my pitch

You then went silent

And said not a word

Why should you talk

To a screaming witch?