If You Don’t Get It

Staring at the brush
Rolling and rerolling the film
Tapping the chisel
Waiting for inspiration

Feel it, think it
Reach forward
Then stop

It’s a fear
It’s a fright

Maybe this time it won’t come out right
Like that time someone misunderstood

Tired of explaining
And listening to complaining
When we just wanted to wish you would
Grasp it

It’s a door
To the soul
Flowing the feeling
A statement
An expression

But it won’t be perfect
And you’ll think I meant
Something else

I’ll shake my head
Grit my teeth
Clench my fist
Just wanting to scream

And then calmly explain every line
But that won’t be fine

You’ll think I want sympathy
Or empathy
Or pity
Or help
But I just want you to bleeping read it
And think about it
See if it takes you somewhere

If you don’t get it
Feel free to say that