SPILLING OVER — Friday Fling Piece (with photos)
SPILLING OVER
Drop by drop
they fill this cup,
emotions bottled up inside
though not too difficult to see,
worn on my sleeve
and on my face,
waves of emotion
and stinging tears
washing over
and spilling out of
the deep recesses
inside of me.
And here on this page
they sometimes find their way,
flowing into and among
the words I say,
traveling beyond the walls
which have contained them
and confined them
and kept they safely
tucked away.
But this heart that welcomes
the blaze of morning sun,
looking forward to each day
and each adventure ahead,
can’t mask or contain
any emotion for too long,
sometimes happy,
sometimes sad,
sometimes disappointed,
sometimes mad —
too many feelings
to keep them all inside.
So they find their release
in the words upon this page,
sadness and disappointment
won’t keep me in their cage.
For I have better things to do
as I step outside of myself
and give thanks for the view.
(c) barbara kausteklis 11-30-12
Written for CPC “The Friday Fling Delves Into Disappointment.”
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/100628/the-friday-fling-delves-into-disappointment/
Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.
~barb~
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CPC “The Friday Fling Delves Into Disappointment.”
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Disappointments comes in many forms…great write and photos
some days make it harder to smile then others and those drops add up barbara,, love it have a good day , hugs inky
Love both the poem and the original images. You are a multi-talented wonder 😀 :love:
Wonderful poem and pictures, Barbara! :love: :love: :love:
Words that can’t be spoken are laid out upon an empty page. As each word and sentence is revealed the emotions build inside only to fall and stain each page as the tears fall from your eyes. When that final word is written and the last “i” is dotted, then and only then can you finally be truly free from the past that has caged you for way too long. So fly high my friend, the endless sky is now your home.
Wonderful write…
DUB