A well of insecurity lies within

which takes a mere hint

of love or affection,

to wrench to the surface,

sending it rushing uncontrolled

all over my life.


Would that I would not splash

that pool of anxiety onto you

who deserve nothing but my untainted heart,

but waves wash out &

when I least expect it

come crashing down on you.


Yet you bear up under the onslaught

and continue to show up again & again

even when I count you out.

your constancy stills the surging swells

until they are mere ripples under the surface

of the calm sea that is our love.