Above All, Feel

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A poem expressing a moment of recognition for the feelings I suppress to get my every day work done. It may not rhyme, but it carries the point - I think.

Submitted: August 13, 2016

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There is no time for emotions.

I've said that once, I've said that twice

And soon enough I've lost count.

There is no time for emotions.

There is no time for emotions.

 

However, they always emerge.

I am human. I breathe, eat, sleep, think,

And above all, feel.

To shut down is impossible.

It's merely a matter of when, not if

They'll appear to break me down.

But still, there is no time for emotions.

 

I have no time to allot.

No time to spare, but they still find it for me.

And then I wonder why I ever thought

It was best not to feel.

Breathe, eat, sleep, think,

And above all, feel.

 

They rush forth,

Overflowing.

And then, the bell tolls and I remember

There is no acceptance for these feelings.

No time anyone will spare.

They are unwanted,

So it is best to silence them.

It is best to forget them,

And to repeat to myself that

There is no time for emotions.


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