Repression:
The need to scream swells,
Like a balloon stretched too tight.
But it's caged.
Others don't understand,
They tire of listening to explanations.
Hands above my head,
Please! Send me back the way I came.
But even there the clocks move forward.
It's not a frozen wonderland awaiting my return.
This makes the loneliness hard to bear.
Trying to force down emotions,
Only to regurgitate them
In a mess that stings, more than when they were repressed.
The sting pushes life forward,
To reveal my veiled secrets.
However exposure leads to release
Shotting out like the steam from the kettle,
That provides so much in a cup of tea.
Reason shouts, "The fog will clear,"
Keeping the cup half full.
But it's when acceptance truly occurs,
That it will overflow
Allowing peacefulness to spill over,
Cleansing, cooling, comforting.
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