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A cloud of suspicion looms overhead

The wind has picked up

But not enough to cover your tracks

If that’s what you were hoping for

And in its wake, the stench of deceit

I did not have to search very far

To discover the source of the odor

Why is it that we cannot keep

Our ship out of the choppy waters?

Didn’t we agree not to take this course again?

If we manned the helm together

We could steer a straight path

But you seem to want to do things

Your own way – disregard me

And want me to sit, docile, by your side

While you dash our vessel upon the rocks

Did you never hear the old saying

What’s good for the goose

Is good for the gander

I want control of my own destiny

I’m responsible for my own happiness

I will not let you destroy it

With your careless attempts to pilot the ship

By your own self-serving rules

The waves are breaking over the bow

It won’t be much longer

Before the boat capsizes

But I have my life jacket at the ready

I hope you have one also

 © 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon