Sweat it out.
Exercise your mind into compliance.
I can’t taste the bitter bile that usually comes with this emotion.
Why do I always find myself here?
Completely enraptured in suppressed and denied rage.
When will I learn to acknowledge my feelings that don’t fit the pretty cookie cutter?
Here I am. Weary.
Years of this has taken its toll on my heart.
Funny that in a flicker an entire view can change.
Where did that flicker leave me now?
A snowflake that started an avalanche.