Tag / repression

by bcmiller2014

To Hold

To hold things inside, to

withhold all those simple
thoughts that rise like 
bubbles to the surface, all
those feelings that bloom
in whichever intense shades
they embody as though 
they were balloons all 
filled with transparent life 
barely contained by ebullient 
hues, is to kill oneself, breath
by breathe, stealing moments
from a possible future. 
To break out, to learn how to
speak, how to walk while 
looking at more than 
the uneven path is to enrage
death itself, which will fight
for recapture and, God 
willing fail, but only after 
battle wounds have bled
into the free earth and 
paid, ironically, for grace. 
by bcmiller2014

Flower Petal Feelings

Trained to hold 

in, hold
on and on I
press these down, my
flower petal feelings 
heaped then
stamped like
wet concrete. 
They look solid,
look like stone cut
with the marble for St. 
Peter’s. They
are not. There
is no glue, no
mineral adhesive 
to accompany the
pressure so they
are motionless only 
when my lungs are
still. One breath and 
each petal is aloft, 
brushing my face instead 
of running down in
rivulets, but making
themselves known,
nonetheless.   

 

by bcmiller2014

Rejected Feelings

Rejected feelings, stick figures in a
full bodied world, find paltry places
in which to hide themselves, sitting
with their knees splayed out, their
elbows pointed arrows in the
directions I haven’t gone.  Angry
buggers, and who can blame them,
dodging the out-flung expletives I
hardly ever throw?  If I feel sorry 
and feed them, will they thrive, and 
then, what
will my penance
be?