Kaleidoscopes and Shovels

Our hearts are like kaleidoscopes
Changing lens of brilliant colours
And with each turn of the dial;
A different, vivid picture
Each more profound than the last.

There’s heart-stopping fear
And mind-blowing elation
There’s soul-numbing despair
And intoxicating jubilation-
Nerve-wracking panic
And cold, piercing pain
And the sheer magnitude of different emotions
Could drive anyone insane!

We must face up to our emotions;
People cope in different ways-
Some embrace them-
Wringing every ounce of feeling
Out of their bleeding hearts
Others dig deep holes in their memories
And bury them deep and far
Never to resurface again.

There’s a pain too deep for words,
There’s anguish too deep to say-
There’s a despair no-one could tell
Or poetry convey…

We must face up to our emotions
Face them head-on like adults
That’s the sane, mature, thing to do
Or else, one day, many years from now,
You’ll be lying on a sofa
Whining about that teacher who hated you
Or that boy who broke your heart
And paying by the hour-
Or even singing songs
About how you really didn’t like your mom.

Yep, face your emotions.
That’s the sane, mature thing to do.

Me?
I get my shovel.

U dig?