When you have an epiphany

I have made a discovery.
A recovery, you could say, from the unlovely
feeling of repetition and self-enabling.
I have disabled my smoke alarms;
Now nothing can harm me but self-examination.
I will charm the rosary off of a nun
and then sell it on e-bay for a tidy profit:
you will look on and say I have gone mental;
I haven't gone mental.

Finally I have found the will
to look at you clearly and was unsettled to find
that I looked in your eyes
and my first thought was: “kill or be killed”.
Quite naturally, I have come to this conclusion:

I have to make myself happy,
because you never will.

TinaD
The message in this poem is powerful. Even when a relationship is good, it is still our own responsibility to make ourselves happy...no one can really do it for us. Great poem.

Pendemic
Wow this one is deep and ladened with metaphors, very nice write!