All on the left, none on the right. Feelings of anger, just out of spite.
Shortness of temper, shortness of breath. Wanting to spring completely out of step.
Pain in the heart, pain in the womb. Feeling just like you are trapped in a tomb,
And over and over this plays and rewinds, just like a bad movie spinning round in your mind.
Wanting to run, wanting to hide, when sitting on the carpet to ride.
Frustrations set in. No time to explore the meanings behind so one can close the door.
Only these things can be brought to pass, when you let go of things which are horrid and crass.
Only when these are addressed can you know, which direction you should solidly go.
And as the rivers turn into rapids, when you feel the oars sinking low.
Eager to find what is finally ending. Stretch out your arms and start letting go.
The rapids will ease. The sun will soon shine. You will be able, your troubles unwind.
Walk through the waters as they do calm into a river pure and running long,
Which empties out into infinite possibility. Binging to pass your dreams infinitely.
Hold not to the past but look to your future. Once done your path will become much clearer.
Kari Shinal Copyright Feb. 27, 2008