Frustrations

As our patience wears thin
We encounter the Moment
Where our frustrations
Boil to the surface.

That deep part of us
We choose not to reveal
Even to ourselves
Is the legend of nightmares.

For what awaits us
When this dimension surfaces
Are bits and pieces of knowledge about who we are
That are too painful to see in the clear light of day

Better to be afflicted
With all manner of ache and pain
Than to see 
A part of which we really are

This denial 
Has an expiration date for all
Yet most wish to stay in denial 
And passively wait for that date to transpire
Rather than actively confront truth

If only we could believe
Really believe
That by confronting and exposing these 
Inner dimensions of ourselves

We are actually addressing the nightmare
Changing who we are
And eliminating that expiration date
From having any real meaning.