Like a river in rains
My emotions twist and turn and
sometimes simmer
On other occasions they simply boil
over
They peep from moist eyes
Sometimes they hide in the shiver
of the voice
Often I feel them in my throat
At times in my stomach lurching
with every spoken word
They hide behind the stories I keep
They threaten to embarrass me in
crowded rooms
They at times bulldoze my audience
And then there are days when they
wait
To pounce on me while I go about my
business
Catching me unprepared
A laugh unworthy of the joke
A gripping anxiety that fights
against courage
A joy that seems to burst at the
seams
A tear drop that falls untimely and
without a ceremony to go with it
My head quietly watches the drama
Laughs at the comedy going on
I have a strange suspicion
It must be all the conversations I never
had with myself
I pace and give myself time
To just be
To just be me
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