a raw bundle of emotions
lay dormant in the pit of me
quite often left alone
buried deep and dark
jumbled like a ball of yarn
messy and tangled
eager for order
the trigger to release them is forever fickle –
country music
an unexpected kiss good night
a locked gaze with a new friend
too many cocktails
the truth
they dart through my body looking for an exit
climbing out of my mouth
leaking from my eye sockets
reaching for a warm body to hold
once busted out of their makeshift prison
they are wild and frenetic
unpredictable in their path
out in the open they swirl through the air
and land on people and objects around me
quietly, silently absorbed
my heart is open,
softly pounding
my head hangs down,
shoulders shuddering
received
…or not
finally free
the ones too scared to be outside of me
quickly float back
softer, lighter
to be
collected
savored
regarded
heard
i tuck them away carefully
back into the dark pit
with sweet acknowledgement
that they have traveled
full circle.
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