I delicately trace my fingers along
complex emotions
some days are organized for when I want to feel.
Other days I can't ignore,
leaving me in silence
to sit, watch, and listen.
To experience the weight and brace myself when
the waves pass.
This is the pressure of being.
So, how do I cope with placing emotions where they need to go?
Order them around like a five-star general.
Stubborn thoughts provoke me into frustration.
Maybe the only way to tame them is to completely endure them.
Knowing when thoughts are false and when ego teases the gullible.
This is simply the counter-part that loves to recreate thoughts into a different reality.
So I swallow the emotions but I still feel the burning in my throat.
I am often stubborn to let my rivers flood.
I am calm before the storm.
—Sancturari
