Angry Words

Why is it that the ones we love are the ones we hurt the most?  Why do we wield our angry words like a medeivel sword at the very souls that we would fight to the death to protect?  There's a fine line between love and hate, or some say.  I have a slightly less distorted view, I believe that love is really all about trust and when that trust begins to erode, fear sets in.  Fear is powerful.  Even more powerful than love, at times.  Fear can propel a mother to lift a half-ton car off the leg of her child.  Fear can make a raped and batter teen seek solace in the arms of her abuser.  Fear can also cause us to question everything we know, even who we are.  Once we let fear in, it consumes us.  It drowns us in a cloud of darkness that suffocates our joy.  Flailing and gasping only wear us down and we become tired.  Tired of fighting to breathe. Soon it's quiet and we're left with despair.