i am so full of emotion that i
simply cannot write a poem.
i have no clear thought to express,
no emotions that i can codify
into a little filing folder labeled
"anger," "frustration,"
"jealousy," "regret,"
or "sadness."
perhaps all of the above.
i suppose it is inevitable that i am
punished for keeping a lid on
the hurt that simmered within me.
every day i felt its steam
filling my lungs, but i,
because i am so strong and so wise,
trapped it in there until i
choked.

10/25/2009

Posted on 10/25/2009
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