Frustrations Poem by Nancy Terrell

Frustrations



Sitting at my computer
just recently out of its box
I open an entirely new can of worms.
Reminiscent of things long past.
Producing, not the intended creativity,
but physical pains, unbroken, shooting through my shoulders.

Although of a different origin,
the pain is a reminder
endured, lasting, temporal
the desire to leave home, yet not daring.
Knowing the time had as yet arrived.
challenge to turn frustration into patience.

Similar pain was also felt while nursing my brother.
Scribbling endlessly in spiral notebooks
watching his life drain away.
Able to do nothing
but sit at his bedside
and pray in frustration.

Understanding- the word that is needed
when nothing is comprehended.
Moments, days, turning years
With the impossibly of entering these thoughts,
my computer sits
facing me in a daring challenge

Perhaps the key is in the actuality of doing.
The usage of the brain cells usually left undisturbed
by this time in the morning
may be of more importance than hesitancy
concerning the significence of
my intended recollections.

Frustration, movement and change
Problems keep presenting themselves
Repetition into oblivion
drinking, relationships, children
the eternal 'money' thing
ex-husbands, lovers, homes, friends.

One would think that by now
life could be sorted
into nice little rows.
Each problem fitting
into its own particular niche
to be taken out when needed

1992.

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