Repressed

I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling lately beyond that I'm hedged in by circumstances which make me feel that I am being repressed.

This repression is feeding the growing iceberg of my frustration.  It's a frustration that I can't ease because I need things that can only be obtained through time and patience.  And I am slowly losing the battle against my impatience.

Unable to speak out with a quiet murmur that grows louder and louder to demand that my expression be given voice.  My abilities demanding that they be given their proper place for adulation and attention. A desire to see my vision expressed in material form instead of an unseen mental image.

Yet, I must wait, for only in time can they be allowed fruition.  Oh, how I hate this waiting! Fighting the inkling that this repression is a harbinger of reality swooping in to steal my opportunity because I can no longer be patiently waiting.