I have been festering about something for days.
I started simply reflecting,
strategically tip-toeing around my thoughts
trying to figure out a way to approach them
and slowly disect out the negative
while leaving just the positive and slowly carrying it away.
But that negative just won't budge.
So I stew, bubble over, steam,
until I have a crinkle in my brow.
I'm sure I have a new wrinkle, right there in the middle of my forehead.
The wrinkle that represents
I have given myself a deadline. A deadline until this, although unresolved, becomes