my heart possesses a single minded will of its own
in the past its hidden wings have extended themselves
and faultlessly flown
but now they falter when they attempt once more to
leave the secret nest
perhaps I should give the old pump a break by laying
this tiresome looking to rest
its not so difficult to conjure up in my mind how true
happiness would likely feel
I must tell you that if I were a crook
know that a small slice of it for my sad self I would
indeed steal
but I'm not such a soul so instead I settle for the
familiar feeling of being clever and content
and occasionally to the page all my frustrations over
the continuum of 'un' change I tend to vent
these faltering feelings I will try hard to shame into
non existence
but they will more than likely hold firm in their
current resistance
yet maybe such adversity will give me the needed
inner strength to invade the area of chance
to acquire the eyes one must have to look upon true
love with an objective non judgmental glance.........
( written March 26,1992 am)