sometimes it seems that my thoughts are totally disconnected from anything. they swirl and they twist until they mean nothing... all original meaning or intention is lost. perhaps it's because i think too much. that's what people tell me. i analyze everything so much that i lose the ability to just enjoy life. maybe it's true.
i have been thinking a lot lately about the fact that i've always been told i was "mild" tempered. never do i start fights, nor do i say disagreeable things to others. the irony in that is that i've been waging a consant battle with myself since i can remember. all anger stays deep down inside of me, tearing up my insides, yet leaving a smile on my face. i think of myself as being a vessel; inside of me lives a roaring lion that will one day break free. unfortunately, i know that this will leave my body broken and eternally bruised. so i've decided it is time for me to build a window for the lion. she needs air; she needs to be allowed to roar aloud every now and then.
here's a poem i wrote about my lion.
a lion roaring
fighting the cage that binds
her longer for freedom
builds strength.
one day, she will break free
an outpouring of anger
the gentle quiet of relief
the cage torn and broken
left behind to gather dust
and she will run
to where the sun shines
she will warm her back
beneath the warm blanket
of the sun.
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