Poetry

Bottled up inside

I didn’t think this through,for if I did I wouldn’t be feeling so down

nothing seems to make sense.

And it’s all bubbling up inside, the emotions waiting to spill over

like a volcano it’s ready to explode.

Sending every emotion up at once and there is no stopping it.

It’s too late to run from all the things that have been bottled inside

even if  you could escape.

You would have to pick what your running from, your anger or your sadness

your happiness or your peace.

Your passion that pours into your dreams and goals or your fears that hold you back from letting anything come true.

Or seem real, are you going to make the choice to keep it all inside or let it all out one at a time.

So that the possibility of ending up with your peaceful happiness that burns.

Bright from the passion that pours from you and your anger and sadness won’t matter anymore for you will be living the life you always wanted.

Without the fear of doing nothing is better than doing something and failing at it.

Life is to short to keep it all bottled up inside, let it out to explore the possibilities of creating something different.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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