I throw the seeds to the birds and wonder who will come. <br />I stand there for hours biting the nail on my thumb. <br />Does this mean I am insecure and looking for love. <br />Or am I serching for God who I try to reach above. <br />I lock the doors at night and check all the latches, <br />I even check the boxes of all the striking matches. <br />Life to me is checking and re checking, it comes <br />from the top of the house out to the garden decking. <br />I check the garden shed to see if the padlocks tight. <br />I am always thinking someone might break in at night. <br />checking and re checking that's all I ever do. <br />Even when I go to bed, have I put the the bleach down the loo. <br />Has the heating been turned off and the plugs pulled out <br />Every night I hear it and it becomes the same old shout. <br />Its not me that's insercure so please don't think I am. <br />It's my dear beloved husband, such an insecure man.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insecurity/
