I felt sadness,
And I embraced it.
I felt anger,
And I used it.
I felt anxiety,
And I dwelled in it.
I felt jealousy,
And I was motivated by it.  
I felt sympathy,
And I saw the weakness in it.  
I felt cared for,
And I lost it.
I felt love,
And I hated it.
I felt happiness,
And I rejected it.  


I allowed myself to feel today,
On occasion I hold my emotions in my hands like objects,
Seeing them as accessories,
I guess I could add those to me today.

I allowed myself to connect with someone,
As we were getting closer I felt further.
I made them laugh,
They're so fond of me now,
We had a moment and I can't stand it.  

I allowed myself to write a poem where I write the word "I".
To talk about emotion in writing is like a diary,
A lack of creativity, white paper no canvas no paint brush.  

I allowed myself to break the rules of my writing today.