“Let your emotions in. See the glimmer of each feeling in your honest irises.
They shine with the uncut dazzle of Babylon- a rare treasure indeed.”
I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
“Let your emotions in. See the glimmer of each feeling in your honest irises.
They shine with the uncut dazzle of Babylon- a rare treasure indeed.”
I pace over my torn carpet, taking slow, deep breaths.
I know today is a stress volcano,
But I’m charging myself through its brunt, welding anthem in my pocket, hands first.
“I can do this. I can surmount this. I am strong.”