He wants to know why
I’m so bothered by such a small
incidental thing.
Doesn’t understand
the ratcheting wind in my nerves
has been so slow,
so steady,
so long in the build up
that any reason is good enough
to make me snap.
Justified Reaction – A Poem by Carol J Forrester
Carol J Forrester 
The image of the “the ratcheting wind in my nerves,” is so strong, so palpable! Gorgeously rendered 💝
YES, only the string itself knows how tight it is wound and sometimes it doesn’t even know when it will snap!
Oy…. I hope you’re okay, Carol.
❤
David
Snappers always seem more likely to menace than the boxes do. Cool Quad, CJ.
It’s those quiet ones that wound to the point of snapping. Beware!
We try so hard to keep it altogether but there are times when we just snap. If we don’t we might just self-combust! Hope you’re ok ☺️
The tension here is so tight and barely restrained, it’s actually frightening. “The ratcheting wind in my nerves” – powerful imagery.
I love your wonderful penmanship here! A marvelous rendition of tension rising!
Being bothered does build up to a snapping point! Good poem Carol.
This is so well done. The culmination of small events over time can go unnoticed until you just can’t hold anymore.
I can identify with this. When our nerves are shot, we look for any reason to react.
Very clever use of the photo.
Absolutely awesome! The image and quadrille ……………
YES. It isn’t those tiny straws that break us. It’s so many of them, and so much time spent silent. Wonderful.
I have seen this happening sometimes around where I live… I recognize that snap.