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.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
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.
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