Avoiding My Feelings
Instead of turning toward them
I often turn away
In fear that something I might feel
Would spoil the coming day.
Or maybe I would cry a bit
Or let the sadness come.
The feelings that I hold at bay
Or usually outrun.
I will not stop and face them
Too many there to feel
And then if I explore them
My feelings will be real.
Then what to do, I wonder.
What changes will I make.
Who will stay or will I leave
How much feeling can I take?
So status quo stays static
And habits hold off stress
Or so I think and stagnate
In a mire of tangled mess.