Live-wire

Patience, understanding and compassion, as much as I may have, still runs out at times. Like everyone, I can only soak so much of someone's pain and dread at a particular time. What makes it harder is when the person keeps complaining and revolving in the despair instead of trying to pull themselves out, over and over and over and over again. At that point, as much support as I may want to give, with my own nerves on edge, after having been understanding for months, all I can do is take a step back. I can't solve anything for them. I can give hope but after that long a while, even hope starts to run out. And before one could even simply be there for someone, one needs to replenish ones' own self (emotionally speaking that is). Thankfully, all the soothing I need is to let out the emotions which easily spill into a poem. Now, of course writing is not a solution for everyone, and it may take a while to find one that works for you, but once you have, it's the biggest help. No one knows how to deal with you, better than yourself.

Live-wire

Sometimes I hate

being appropriate

When nerves are already frayed

 emotions are in a grate

and patience evaporates

but people still insist

on being stupidly great

there is what?

but sarcastic relief

that helps let go of grief

and even that is shot down

by the over sensitive breed

Then what can you do?

go hollow inside?

Or;

spread thin as it may already be

stretch your sense a bit more

keep breathing deeply

until you get out the door

for stupidity precedes

like an infectious disease

so don't you give in

'cause then you fit in

if you hold on

just a tad bit long

get out into the open air

and put yourself in natures' care

you'll keep your wits about

and be over the unfriendly bout.

-28 Jan 2016