The year I moved from California to Utah was not a happy one for me. This poem I wrote that year is yet another example.
A bottle with a cork on top
Sealed tight against the rain
When will this pressure stop
Which brings me such pain
From head to toe, sealed up tight
No one has the love it takes
To pull with all their might
My emotional seal to break
Won’t someone try to get inside
And taste what I’m about
Go beyond my foolish pride
And ease me from this doubt
Without friends is a vacuum seal
To a higher court I’ll appeal
Sealed tight against the rain
When will this pressure stop
Which brings me such pain
From head to toe, sealed up tight
No one has the love it takes
To pull with all their might
My emotional seal to break
Won’t someone try to get inside
And taste what I’m about
Go beyond my foolish pride
And ease me from this doubt
Without friends is a vacuum seal
To a higher court I’ll appeal