Emotion is like unto water, with every ebb and flow
It seeks the path of least resistance and there will try to go
I try, at times, to hide emotion, my mind on vigilant patrol
For fear that, should feelings escape, I cannot regain control
So hatred, fear, love and tears I bottle up inside
I ignore the mounting pressure while here they all reside
Time goes by and I forget how to feel or care or cry
Then I sense something amiss and start to question why
My hidden bottle, still unseen, cracks and begins to leak
I find traces floating about and so I start to seek
But though I look and scan and search, I cannot find the source
Then my bottle shatters apart with great explosive force
The wave of shock strikes down my friends, my family and my foes
No prejudice is excercised on who recieves the blows
But it is my soul that takes the bulk of this abuse
This tragic weapon I have made through aeons of disuse
And so I stand amidst the ruin of my shattered life
I try to guide all those I meet, how to avoid such strife
Beware the bottle that traps emotion and heed me when I say
Embrace your tears and loves and fears and live from day to day
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