Why This Fight

My heart bleeds with anger and frustration.
How did I get my self in this situation.
I've been supportive, patient, calm cool and collected.
Why in the hell do I feel, so damn disrespected.

Did I do something to deserve this fight.
Or is this a wake up call, to stop being polite.
No reason to continue this unhealthy choice.
It's time to listen to that wee small voice.

When it's time for a change, you feel this urge in your gut.
As if someone is behind, giving me that kick in the butt.

Without provocation, without hesitation, I know what I must do.
It's time to listen to that voice and start over new.
So as the winds blow, I feel joy like none other.
Who else could make me feel so good, must have been my mother.

By:
Robert D. Gaither