Sometimes
A feeling sits quietly in a corner of your heart
Its legs bent in
Hugged by its arms
Contained by its face buried between its knees
Blocking its exit
Like a grounded child
Not understanding why it can’t
Move
Stretch its limits
Take air and space
It starts to hurt
From the discomfort of not being seen
Unable to quiet itself any longer
It unbends its legs
Stands up
And crosses the lines that the heart
Unconsciously
Drew prior to its speech
Let me say it
As it pronounces its truth
The heart
With no choice but to open its doors
Sets the feeling free
Once it runs through your mouth
Release
Has it ever existed?
©Barbara Lima 2021
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