Feelings Waiting To Be Popped.

For all those times

When you feel lost,

And everything is falling apart,

You don't have a shoulder to cry on

Or your mom to hand over a glass of water

And

All those feelings stuffed inside a balloon, waiting to be popped;

Wait.

For all those times

When you're high on happiness,

Drunk on love and warmth,

When all the pieces of the puzzle fit together

And

All those feelings stuffed inside a balloon, waiting to be popped;

Wait.

For all those times

When your heart is on fire,

And your mind numb,

The words in your mouth paralyzed

And

All those feelings stuffed inside a balloon, waiting to be popped;

Wait.

For all those times

When you smile and laugh,

But the dark circles under your eyes,

And freckles on your face

Tell a different story

And

All those feelings stuffed inside a balloon, waiting to be popped;

Wait.

Just wait.

Sit back.

Grab a pillow.

Let the balloon pop.

And let those tears flow.

Gulp that salt solution and let it tickle your throat and tranquilize your stomach.

Let it soothe your aching muscles.

Detoxify your soul.

Don't be afraid.

To weep a little.

Let them flow.

Don't make it stop.

After all,

You are more than and bones covered in a brown wrapper.

You are more than flesh and bones.

You're emotions and feelings.

You're happiness and success.

You're sadness and failure.

You're magic and mystery.

You're alpha and omega.

You're the universe.