Yearning's Disguise
Fear slithers in.
The snake in my belly
uncoils.
Wrestling restlessness
gives way
to unnerving unease.
I watch and wait.
The snake silences its strike
for now.
I begin to pace.
Anguished anxiety anticipates
as yearning’s yellow yarn
wraps me in the afghan of fear
and the future bites me again.
Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008
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