Bottle

There it sits on my mantle, yet only I can see it.
Seeing so much use that it shouldn’t work anymore.
Try as it might it cannot contain it all.
Occasionally allowing its contents to spill onto the floor.
Forcing me to pick up the pieces after the mess it creates.
Such an activity often leaves feelings of regret in its place.
Hoping and praying that the damage can be restored.
Alas, the results aren’t in your hands in this case.
A tidal wave of thoughts slamming into you and taking you under.
As you search through the current hoping to find warm feelings to coddle.
You struggle and fight to contain the mess and set things right.
All so the process can repeat when you have more emotions to bottle.

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I don't do this as often as I should, but when I get in a mood sometimes poetry is a good outlet for me. What started out as a great day quickly soured over something that's insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet I let it send me into a blind rage. The kind where you just want to go ballistic and destroy anything you can get your hands on. Instead I just stewed over it and got this as a result. A short poem to summize my thoughts and feelings on how I improperly handle emotions.

Hope everyone out there is doing well and has a nice day.