Why can't they understand?
When they yell, I cringe
When she cries, I sob
When he falls, I tumble

Why can't they understand?
Their screaming, moaning, *******
Is my burning, aching, stinging

Peevish
agitable
skittish
sensitive
impulsive
­overzealous
neurotic
anxious
touchy
explosive!­

Twisted words impale so, absolute.  
They make noise
increasing pressure.
The space between
continues and drifts
over time.  

It’s hard to know where this path began.

Pebbles in shoes seem so, inconsequential.
We hardly care,
they are removed.

So it begins.  
The pebbles journey,
tossed away
with little meaning,
but in itself  
carries the dew,
that feds the seed
of discontent.

The space between,
over time
without attention.
These little words
fed by pride.
Divide.

Hello, Pen.
                      Hello, Paper.
Pen, where have you been?
                      Here, waiting for thoughts to come.
Thoughts Pen? There are many.
                      *Yes, this is true. Yet, without guidance, I am through.

In your silence
rare and few
moments soft
very pure

In your repose
thought and reflection
delicate time
finely detailed

Fed by your stillness
brief and precious
I am full
I am whole

Pushes and pulls.
Isolates and attaches.
Separates and unites.

A drug problem it is not.
A substance issue never cured.
A relationship that destructs.

A heart problem.
A relationship problem.
A self-esteem problem.  

Heal the heart.
Repair the wound.
Build your self-esteem.

Table full
portions grand
colors and flavors
tempt and persuade.

We want for not
the bounty received
thankful for blessings
pleasantries and conversation between.

Recall when rich
with family
with friends
we rarely repent
having acquired our full share.