when my therapist asks me how i feel.
emotions pushed into single words
are dangerous.
anger. rage. hurt. sad. grief.
not big enough.
not important enough.
just lines on a page.
a path worn down with familiarity;
the view losing its
breathtaking power
because you’ve seen it before.
:
condensed into a tight box.
nice and neat.
topped with a bow.
but what i am feeling is
overflowing.
bursting forth.
uncontained.
i don’t know.
i don’t know.
i don’t know.
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I don’t know how to answer that question either, especially since emotions tend to be mixed