Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Hold Hands In Therapy

Unruly

Can I stay focused at all

Walk ahead smiling

No more selfish thoughts crashing

Ominous shore, unknown sea floor, how many gallons of mistakes are in my sea

Sadly we’ll see

Unruly

Don’t shake your head at me, sentenced to my foolishness cheering louder than ever

Oh I cannot fold, guess I’ll just carry my packed suitcase of trial and errors

In therapy daily asking God if I’ll get better before I die

Tears break free and flood sad eyes, weeping bitterly to grow

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Edmond

Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be contacted at: Email: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com

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