Some Thoughts on Airing One's Feelings.
Ugly feelings like wet laundry, just need to be dried out in the warmth of love renewed
Airing one's feelings
Ugly....stripped feelings hanging over the closed line
of communications.
Never really drying up due to the reigns of grief that prevail.
Just trying to air them out so that they can be seperated from the true feelings still left untouched in one's heart.
Yet they hold stains
that are only erased by the warmth of forgiveness but it's cloudy again and the forecast is for overcast and gloomy days ahead.
Ugly lashed feelings pinned tightly to a heartstring stretched to its breaking point.
The chill winds howl and tug upon them trying to break them free and scatter them without a care.
Only to make room for the weight of more feelings heavier than these.
Endless piles of feelings not yet aired damp...damned and cold.
They merely exist sitting huddled like bent old men in the mustiness of love's basement bleeding the colors of what was down the drain forevermore.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
