catharsis

08 May 2011 15 Comments

by theberrygirl in life, poetry

if you want to bring me flowers

be careful what you choose,

i can’t handle it when

they smell like a funeral.

maybe it comes from seeing

too many too early,

or maybe i’m just

too soft, sensitive,

sentimental,

easily injured, simply saddened.

i do my best to

hide behind daisies

and keep the smile strong

but sometimes the scent

seeps in.

this i know -

moments stick in my brain

like photographs

scattered in a scrapbook

glued among glitter by my own hand,

locked away by

smells or songs or

sensation – sentiments are strong.

sadness lives in

hidden pods within my brain,

pods that pop at

the strangest times,

releasing tears and wounds and blood and

memories held close.

i am sometimes strong enough

to handle them,

the waves wash me away

and my psyche is cleaned, cleared

by the release of my

toxic humors.

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