Bottled Up
A Poem
Some days I feel overcooked
as if I was left on the grill of life
for way too long due to neglect
But when I go back to review it,
it was me who left me there
and allowed myself to get burned
All of my emotions are bottled up
because I worry about what it will feel like
when I take the top off of the bottle
and allow my heart to drain into the air
Misplaced anger, displaced fear,
it all sits encased in glass, full of pressure
as I run back the diary of my life
like a laser disc that starts skipping
at the most important part of the movie
I am not the kind of bottled up celebration
that champagne represents, it’s more sad,
and more likely to stay in the bottle
than to allow the pressured release
Sometimes it’s a lot of pressure to hold it in,
but it’s also (in my head) a lot easier
because the thought of letting it all out
is a teardrop to a million rivers
