The misery of your biology and history
are a catastrophe wrapped in mystery.
.
The history of your misery
hurries worries.
The catastrophe of the mystery
buries furies.
.
Your biology creates
a doxology
of apology.
.
Misery
is your
personal mystery,
and our
catastrophe.
.
.
Thinking about the impact of untreated mental illness upon relationships.
It was intriguing to play with quite closely related rhyme, repetition, and unifying consonance.
Shawn L. Bird 
I’ve been working my way around your blog… I absolutely love it! This poem especially hits home, and you could not of conveyed it in a better way! I hope you don’t mind me suggesting your site on my blog’s Poetry Friday. Great job, and you should be grateful that you have such a gift!
Thank you. You’re most welcome to share my world with your readers. I appreciate that a lot.