Pop Your Top

You're a Coke bottle -
I do not mean your figure.
I mean every shake and jostle -
Your contents start to quiver.
They never did explode.
Just intensely pressurized.
So please, pop your top -
Let it out and cry!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your highly original & spunky-sounding poem reminds us there will always be those frustrating people who say everything is fine when it's obvious that it isn't. But some process tough stuff better solo . . . I'm like that. I don't talk or write about it until the crap is down the road. That's becuz too often people try to fix me instead of just letting me cry. I love how your poem is thought-provoking! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie