Emotions

Writing is exciting until emotions flood in

Then I must pause, take a beat and begin again

When I write these words

I simply do not want to sound absurd

Or too obtuse because poetry is to be deep, not fodder for abuse

Lying down one’s feelings is akin to standing there nude

With judging eyes and minds, people can be so rude

Instead, I write what is safe, plucking out the edges of raw emotion

Though my mind and thoughts are so vast, enough to fill an ocean

Humans don’t want truth

They would rather hear lies tied up in a bow

I find it hard to pretend, but I keep in my pain and stifle woes

If only I could let it all out on paper, all of my pens would run dry

To tell my innermost self it is okay

To yell, be vulnerable and cry

To be a normal person:  “I am fine”

It sounds so surface and honestly divine

But I lead with “I’m okay”

Because it is better than running away

These half truths hurt less

Telling part of my mess

Reserved is not a verb I understand

Putting it out there is in my design,

who I truly am

© 7.14.26

~simply

Dee