Emotions; they can be a bitch.
But without them we are
vacant.
A glass broken;
on the floor
stifled by the very air
that we breathe; suffocation to our
lungs expanding without a reason.
Growth without a season

Emotions, they can be a bitch.
up and down; then reversed;
in control
of nothing but always
commanding
the framework of our body
and mind.

Emotions, they can be a bitch.
A state of feeling,
our mind’s projection
a reeling of thoughts
on a quest to process
our surrounding

Emotions, they can be a bitch.
Yet, they are mine;
a tapestry,
a display of art, hanging and
woven uniquely to the threads
of me.