Something To Say To Get Out Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I did not limp your wrists.
Nor was I the one,
Who convinced you to live your life,
Spineless.
It seems to me that is your endeavor.
Done to achieve what it is you perceive.

But I do think of you,
As one who is afraid to come forward to say...
What you find important to verbalize,
In front of one's face...
Instead of behind one's back.
With a doing of that you do quite often.

And those I know...
Who have something to say to get out,
And off of their minds to clear slates...
Are just not the ones...
Who go shopping to demonstrate,
A working out of their frustrations.