She was a simmering tea kettle <br />As I held my breath waiting for each day's eruption <br />Yelling seldom about me but always enveloping my spirit <br />Barking at the air, nipping at my heels <br />Common sense skewed and scattered in the rafters <br />But never within an emotional ladder's reach <br /> <br />Years gone by, yet her noisy vapor still seethes like a dragon <br />Her tongue often sharp as a snake's <br />Wild, eye-popping rage settling in the floorboards <br />Swept under the rug again and again <br />As my former safe haven and retreat under my bed <br />Is only in my daydreams now <br /> <br />Long-since grown, I exhale and dust myself off <br />Unconditional love surely possible <br />As it's okay to pick up one's own pieces and realize I do not <br />Own her venom, her madness, can only empathize with <br />Her demise of reason, of patience, a vent malfunction which all <br />Clash with solitude but will never rob me of my own peace <br /> <br />(8-28-2006) <br />©2012 All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Holly Jamestone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tea-kettle/
