WORD WAR

There it is Dark, swirling, Twirling, black tar I can't go near So a wall I'll build But maybe a door ...just in case There....awww Nice, clean, house No black muck Running about Should someone mention The WALL...I will not CALL ...again Year after year They come and go But they CAN"T know What I can't face In my private place Maybe just a peek ...ugh! It reeks If it's gonna get worse Maybe I could grab a purse And just shove it in ...I can't be in the same space With IT What is IT, that has all this power Did you see that? Who am I talking to Who's in here with me "Shame" I fall to the floor in repugnant sorrow I want to be me ...but doesn't someone have to say it's ok? "I do" Written by Trudy Schrader