Poem: It must be accomplished, and soon

It must be accomplished, and soon

It might be better to tell you all of it
but I don't think you will listen
and maybe it will scare you,
maybe it will present too much of what is wrong.
I am not going to pretend there isn't damage
or that it is all fine and good, that there is anything much
I wish to celebrate about it right now.
It needs to change and get better, I keep saying,
it needs to be different than this, to become,
to transform.  That is what I want.  I know
my desire is not enough, and, worse,
there is an expectation, a desire turning towards a need.
I told you, it is not a good thing.  I am not going to be alright
unless it changes.  I should be clear about it and tell you,
should make certain you understand.  There are stakes
and there is danger.  Even to explain, though,
that may be too much.  It might break everything
if I reveal it all, but I do wish you understood.
There are many reasons I have, many fears 
that will not quiet themselves or wait,
and, also, too, the danger.

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