Sunday, November 12, 2017

I put some disappointment in my sock drawer
hoping it would climb into one of the toes and just disappear
I put my frustration into my winter boots
hoping that the zipper would squeeze the life out of it
I put my anger into the laundry basket
hoping that the agitation of the washer would 
whirl it into something productive
I put my sadness into into the frying pan
hoping that it would melt away
I put my longing into the garden
hoping it would bloom into the return of a loved one
I put my tears into my shampoo bottle
hoping that the suds would wash them away.
Where does one put all these feelings?

My heart grows too heavy sometimes with the weight of it all.