The Primary Cause

The primary cause of this unhappiness
is you, yes, you yourself, all the things
about you and your being that no one
talks about. All the things, the
characteristics, the traits. There are likely
those who would disagree but
they are demonstrably wrong, incorrect
about the facts. What do they know
anyway, lying down as they do before
the heat, the fire? They don’t lie down
close enough for burning, they don’t lie down
near enough to feel anything but comfort.
They don’t lie close enough to you to feel
your anger, your discomfort. What you feel
is impotent and theirs feels more potent.
Dammit, you wanted them to feel you.
You wanted them to change their minds and
come with you into the horrible blaze
but they stepped back from it, asked you
with a beckoning hand, maybe a mere finger
in fact, to come away and shelter with them
and feel just the warmth of it.
You, of course, did not.
You had better coals to fan into full flame.

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onward,
T