Breaking the Bottle

Letting the emotions piece this together No real form

All these things, these emotions

Some old, younger ones just captured

All placed within that bottle

Well, my dears, the bottle is cracked

All the flood gates are gone

They are flowing free

So many things I hid

Well no longer will they

Be the shadow in the back of my mind

Everything I held back

Everything I didn't say

Is now just sitting beneath the surface

Waiting for something to let them flow

Waiting for me to give them voice

When they are said they can't be taken back

This will be it. No more will I hold my tongue

I'm waiting on the edge. I know it's coming

Though I know not when

I know it's going to be bad

I know that things will be destroyed

That I will be lucky to have anyone left

After this because it won't be good

All the anger, pain. sadness,

It's going to come flying out

I won't be able to hold it in

When the moment comes

I can barely hold it all in now

This pain and anger has been held in for years

And now it's fighting a war to be free

Worst of all is I am barely fighting

I know they will win

And regret will wash over me

As relief floods through my veins

But in this day there is no happiness

Just waiting, it'll happen soon

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You fill that bottle with a world of emotion and stunning description. Magic and metaphor in the moment.. waiting for the joy to come.. So well done.

[SilentVerses]

Beautiful, letting the emotion create a free verse has made a raw and honest spillage, staining your page with gentle hues none blinding all merging into one another as your words hold their elegance with power and pride. As the dam has burst and emotions flood the landscape of your imagery you lend a power to your sentences and allow them to fall from your fingertips to join within the alleys of meaning, correlating a collage of wonderfully powerful feeling.