Stretch These Wings
| Admiring her ring, I feel the pull of those chains, yet know that my destiny has not yet arrived. I do not see the traditional marital bonds upon my finger, rather, I see a different partnership. I see growth, respect and, strangely, hiking, as the future for me. All the marriages I see become stifled by the day-to-day dealings of money, strangled by the little problems that children bring, and murdered by the deterioratation of respect. That is no life for me. I need some partnership where my confrontational manner sparks debate, rather than anger; where my intensity is cherished, rather than cursed; and where my indivuality florishes rather than being subdued by insecurity. I yearn to find a man that reaches, rather than remotes his way through life; a man that teaches others, rather than leeching all thought from satalite feeds and sitcom philosohy; and a man that is strong in his laughter and affection, rather than high in his peers' approval. I shall not rest here upon my insecurities, drowned by the critics that jeer, but shall strike out, alone, to build a better person from the ashes of the past, and stretch these wings which have been still too long. |
