sit it out (poem)

it bubbles up like soda pop
or the back of a book cover
waiting to pop

my frustration crawls along the walls
leaving dirty fingernail marks
against the cream tinted paint

and nothing bad is happening
just the normal parts of life

but when i add them to a tragic equation
the bell gets rung
and my eardrums bleed
and i cannot hear God through
the squealing of my fear

sit it out, i whisper to myself
sit it out, and wait it out
and let’s see if it will pass

so i sti and i wait
and the food gets digested
along with the fear

and i get up slowly
and start to move again