Looking into this muddied pool
this swirling distorted appearance
a reflection of my faulty thinking.
The kind of thoughts that knowingly skirt round the objects of concern
Some say, ''Just go with the flow, embrace change.............. do nothing''
In my struggle to do so things happen;
Fear shouts to me ''just wait there a minute''
In listening I know I've plugged my heart,
I feel choked,
I cherish my time alone
Is it selfish to sometimes just be concerned with self?
mulling over a muddy puddle of how........
I am left reluctant to visualise that, that coulc be.
Maybe these are the effects of my lifes disappointments.
All the while Loves weight bares against the pressure of that damn plug,
against the fear of what I will see reflected back in your eyes
when I tell you,
I know you would like more, thing is,
enough for me is the joy of all of the part-time we share.
It is done,
unplugged, the puddle clears