Emotions overwhelm my soul as I experience life.
Over time I store my emotions in a jar,
And ever so slowly, I feel the glass starting to crack,
Suddenly, the bottle shatters, forcefully pushing my emotions into the open.
I see my feelings being revealed and causing me great strife,
As I try to tell people to stay far,
More and more people stray back,
To watch and judge me while I’m broken.
I bend down trying to sweep up my feelings to survive,
But as time goes on, I only get a bigger scar.
As I keep picking up the feelings, I start to put my emotions in a sack,
I know that they will only stay there temporarily, but now I have chosen.
Since these emotions can’t stay put, writing them on paper will keep them safe into the afterlife.
Relief clouds over me as I can finally see the stars,
Knowing I never have to put them on a rack,
Means that I will always have a safe haven.
To be able to put emotions on paper is something that is rife,
But to me it means expression without harsh judgment as dark as tar,
And a life fulfilled with wondrous adventures that through poetry I can always track,
An onward journey that is sure to be a colorful and bright explosion.