Expert I am of my feelings and
I have mastered their release;
but the great irony of venting my mind
in search of catharsis
is like opening a window to air out a stuffy house
and inadvertently letting in a burglar
to steal my most prized possession:
my sanity!
2010 Helena Malheur
This is absolute delight.. oh, what a lovely poem this.. I am sure your glow may make the burglar have a change of heart and let your sanity glow..
ReplyDeletethis one is perfect and brilliant,
ReplyDeletelove your word choice..