6/13/94- bubble

                                                            6/13/94
 
                     bubble
 
 Where does it come from, the chill of mystery anger
 When other people's lives go on
 And you're missing in action
 The mistakes you decided away and others hold the torch
 And there's this trickle of envy bubbling between my teeth
 
 What's up with that?
 
 Now to have the help with strength to hear the warning gong
 See the gale force flags blowing violently 'round my head
 And not act
 
 out...
 
 Begrudge the progress that has been bequeathed me?
 Lash out at the reprieve for choosing wisely?
 Ungrateful for another chance to do the right thing?
 
 This lonely road resented when the passage is bright and clear
 The option unequivocal in these stubborn, little eyes
 Old ways must fall by the wayside as familiar as they are
 And  I must find love another way
 
 Less chronic, with the fear of unknown means
 Whispering to me from the dark
 New sounds, new words, new actions, new feelings
 Less anger, more trust
 Less torpedoes, more earth
 Less comfort, more learning
 Lest love, more Love.