A most productive exclamation of feelings.
For the delivery of, but also being a witness to.
I was reminded how emotional outbursts can be an easing of my burden.
After existence becomes too much, sometimes only rage and tears
can get me back to center.
It’s scary to do.
Taking a good, hard, long look.
Surprised at the depth.
I say defiantly
Uttered with recalcitrant anger through gritted teeth; words forcefully arising out of my clenched mouth.
I’ve not let my life, situations, people or anything end me. Yet.
I grant a thank you, of sorts, to the pain played out by substandard friends, broken relationships, betrayals, nature’s force and every disturbing event determined to pierce me in my psyche.
It’s a necessary process, albeit grueling and inconvenient.
Enduring hardships becomes my opportunity to best myself.
I welcome the growth, but I do despise the adversity.
There’s no escape from struggles, or hurt and pain.
The victory gives me just enough strength for the next battle.
A baby’s laugh, innocence reminding us to not have a care in the world.
Lovers slipping hands down the small of a partner’s back, a signal of longing.
A mother or father’s pat on the child’s shoulder, encouraging good achievements.
Friends arms are reaching out for hugs, closing in on their bubble of like.
A person reveals an intense sadness; good fortune rewards them a comforting human.
Individuals are caressing themselves, indulging their passions.
A band-aid smoothed over the cut of a toddler learning to walk, expressing care.
Exquisitely arranged music enters our beings, a feeling of buoyant perfection.
Strangers are saying profound, meaningful words connecting with
other minds, unleashing inspiration.
We spend much of our lives positively in touch – physically, emotionally
and yes, even mentally.
Always remember to touch each other.
Most days I’m a combination of both.
At some point I have to stop feeding the feelz; it would kill me to wallow longer.
That’s when I choose to laugh.
I create the balance necessary for my sanity.