Random Bucket of Fish

Confusion Struggle Part 4/4

Publishing one’s emotions can be a big mistake.

It can show the world what your mind likes to do in it’s spare time.

And if your mind likes to play poker all by himself...

then you probably don’t want people knowing that.

 

But publishing your emotions can be a smart choice…

it can feel like dabbing a brush into your emotions

drawing a painting with them

and then showing everyone so they can express their opinions on them.

 

I’ll be honest

I’ve gotten more honest feedback on my emotions

through people who have read my poetry

then I’ve gotten through talking to my best of friends.

 

When a person’s soul goes into a work of art, the soul becomes art.

But when you show a person a work of art, they’ll react.

They won’t treat your soul as anything significant,

because everyone has a soul.

And with that this adventure is over…

well…

no

it’s not quite over yet.

 

This emotional struggle desires true closure…

and that is exactly what I shall never receive.

Trying to get over something that has no closure...

is like trying to saw through prison bars with a comb.

 

But I’ve been sawing at these bars for about a year now.

I’ve put a good dent in there…

but I’m still imprisoned in my emotional struggle…

my confusion struggle...