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Ode To Feeling Something

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What if, once, I allow myself to be swaddled in my emotions?
What if I decide to stretch out to them,
Decide to tow them in,
Like a heavy, burdensome anchor?

I allow them to hit me, hard like lead.
I allow them to envelop me,
Like a comforting mother
Smothering her innocent infant.
My mother’s attention is not affection;
It is reality.

She dances tauntingly,
Naked and raw,
Beautiful and hideous,
Circling me, getting closer to me,
Until I swing my arm out and—
Draw her in.

My emotion is part of me,
Not a cloud around me,
But the spirit inside of me.

Spinning.
Tireless.
Constantly in motion.

A mind that never ceases its moaning,
Its humming,
Its cries of joy,
Its pangs of weakness—
Its relentlessly sensitive and obsessive analyses.

Should I heave this anchor back into those depths that once surrounded me?
Should I shred this heavy cloth, freeing myself from its uncomfortable closeness?

No.

Because if I just wait,
Allowing myself to push past that point
Of impenetrable chaos,
The clamoring din begins to fade.

And I can quietly call upon any slice of that pie when I choose.





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Leila said...
Oct. 16, 2011 at 10:07 am
LIZ!!! You are so talented! Such a beautifully worded poem! I loved every second of it.
 
other mother said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 3:31 pm
What a moving poem from an obviously talented writer!  Keep these poems coming!!!
 
Gabgooch99 said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 4:59 pm
That was really good! It leaves you thinking after reading it(which is what a good poem should do!) :)
 
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