Poem: My life is on Hold

My life is on hold
desparately seeking key
finding frustration.
This fake one is relentless
doesn't give up easily.

The sun is shining
the flowers are opening
bird song fills the air.
Expression is happening
portal to present beckons.

Misery or joy
result of occupation
outward or inward.
Dropping self-centered viewpoint
being content to listen.

Betsy - April 6, 2005