Sep 23, 2019
These pesky feelings
Ah. The struggle.
Of dealing with one’s feelings
Taming them
Training them
Keeping them in their place.
The disappointment,
dismay, annoyance,
even anger.
The struggle to keep one’s head fixed,
facing ahead
Resisting the urge to shake it
Or to bow, in shame and guilt
The constant effort to always look back
At the old times
When you were young
And everything was rosy
And things seemed perfect.
But such a strategy
has its own dangers
With past hurts bubbling forth
towards the surface
Things forgotten
Resurface
And haunt
And so I sit
And smile
And make plans to
Make her happy
I smile despite the deep
sadness and broken-ness
That lie within