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SPILLING OVER<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \n Drop by drop \n And here on this page \n But this heart that welcomes \n So they find their release \n (c) barbara kausteklis 11-30-12<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n \n Written for CPC “The Friday Fling Delves Into Disappointment.”<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/100628\/the-friday-fling-delves-into-disappointment\/<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n \n Thanks always for your visits and precious comments. <\/font><\/em><\/p>\n \n ~barb~<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n \n Previous piece posted:<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n \n TREASURED<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/100436\/treasured-a-simple-sunday-piece\/<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,19,837,2,42,29],"tags":[2495,63,159,4786,900,4260,856,41,4,34],"class_list":["post-100676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-lifestyles","category-nature-2","category-other","category-photography","category-poems","tag-attitude","tag-barbara-k","tag-cpc","tag-disappointment","tag-emotions","tag-friday-fling","tag-joy","tag-photography","tag-poetry","tag-sadness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100676"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100676\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthey fill this cup,
\nemotions bottled up inside
\nthough not too difficult to see,
\nworn on my sleeve
\nand on my face,
\nwaves of emotion
\nand stinging tears
\nwashing over
\nand spilling out of
\nthe deep recesses
\ninside of me.<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n
\nthey sometimes find their way,
\nflowing into and among
\nthe words I say,
\ntraveling beyond the walls
\nwhich have contained them
\nand confined them
\nand kept they safely
\ntucked away.<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe blaze of morning sun,
\nlooking forward to each day
\nand each adventure ahead,
\ncan’t mask or contain
\nany emotion for too long,
\nsometimes happy,
\nsometimes sad,
\nsometimes disappointed,
\nsometimes mad —
\ntoo many feelings
\nto keep them all inside.<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n
\nin the words upon this page,
\nsadness and disappointment
\nwon’t keep me in their cage.
\nFor I have better things to do
\nas I step outside of myself
\nand give thanks for the view.<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n
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