I wish I could bottle up
all the anger
all the pain
all the fury that resides
when life runs astray
and my eagerness
to fight back
rushes ahead of my energy
and the timing is lost

instead of letting it
become bottled up
and I lash out in ways
that are very unlike
the person that I am
or at least try to be
and push away those
who have been there.

It used to bottle up
and at times
I turned to the bottle
as an escape
when the words
were not healers
they were band-aids
that made the scars
look worse
than actuality.

And now
my mind is a bottle
of ideas that are pills
rattling
as I try to shake the thoughts
that define my past
and hold onto the restraints
that cripple
what could be my future.

08/23/2010

Author's Note: Special thanks to a couple of good buddies (Fredo and Mick) for their support and reminder that my poetry does mean something...

Posted on 08/23/2010
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