Flecks of Red

Poem of emotions of the red variety.

I don't recall

Remind me of the days

Tell me the stories of that day.

When emotion was conquered

When all we had to do was flip a switch and be done with it all.

Anger and frustration absolutely boiling my insides.

And higher up the fill line and I'd be a fountain of blood.

That's right.

Blood.

Deep down in me, my anger runs hot

Deeper down in my my anger runs cold

Conflict upon conflict upon aggression upon shame.

Made and Unmade, broken and repaired, torn asunder and sewn together

Resolution may never come and I'm supposed to be okay with it all.

I'm supposed to let it all happen.

What else can I do?

When emotion conquers?

Tell me what I can do.

Remind me of the ways.

I can't recall.

Author's Note

i try to write directly from the heart.