Shall I compare thee to...a winter's night? ...I wish <br />I knew what so provokes... <br />is it me, is it you, is it us? <br />I try from time to time, to start afresh, <br />make overtures; but it's just like <br />a brick wall in the mind; as if forever you're defending <br />some unspoken matter from attack, <br />and so we all unwillingly take on the role <br />of chosen enemies. <br /> <br />What, behind this unexplained brick wall, <br />are you defending? So that every conversation <br />feels as if there's someone out there marking, like a boxing ring, <br />points scored? Even when you walk in through <br />the office door, it's like a challenge to a world <br />who handicapped you long before the start - so now <br />even your beautiful and natural blonde hair, <br />always so perfectly groomed and shaped and held, <br />seems to growl a challenge...but to whom? <br /> <br />I wish I knew - just for the sake, at first, of knowing; <br />and then, who knows, I might even sorrow for <br />that which so corsets all that yearns to yield...maybe; <br />and even love you for yourself... <br /> <br />but I think what really riles my man-mean mind <br />is that you behave as if, despite all this, <br />you've not a single enemy in the world... <br />that I find difficult to forgive...<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0417-to-a-small-part-actress-in-the-drama-of-my/
