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Most Human emotions are either nurtured in a cradle of freedom
or in the cage of fear,
Hide from the claws of admonished anger,
Seek the warmth in cold December,
Bloom in the fragrance of ardent breeze ,
An emotion obscured for it is digging cave indeed,
Few are afraid to be prisoners of someone's cage,
This Virginia Woolf once in her quote engraved,
Few are servants, bleeding from the cathedral of usurper,
This emotion endures  in the name of hierarchical structure,
An emotion, as fluent dancer,
As if sipping the zesty elixir.
Bit of explanation -

An emotion obscured leaves a void inside.

Few emotions are born when we do not express ourselves due to fear of judgement,
We keep in check , hide it, and let it choke us for we fear our own image which others form in their head ( based on temporary act or encounter)
This Virginia Woolf beautifully expressed in her quote that says,”the eyes of others our prisons ;their thoughts our cages.”

Few are servants...
- This explains emotion when a person endures injustice and torture done by person who with this, usurped his rights( fundamental to be specific)
- They might be enduring due to post and position, power, or to save a relationship or in order not to hurt others etc etc.
Dancer
- Happy and lively emotions.
SiouxF Nov 2023
Suppressed anger
has a habit
of rearing its ugly head
when you least expect it
and biting you on the ***
Ronney Aug 2022
Only in despair
Do we truly seem to care
but why need it go so far
to realize, visualize  
what was kept bottled now ajar
For all that we suppress
For all that we're not ready to face
for the moment you are
the moment you see anew

I hope you get the answers :)
Tia May 2021
So many thoughts
has been suppressed
In fear of people
Who often misunderstood

Most of the times
Feeling like a hypocrite
For trying to understand
What’s behind of a facade

What is on the other side
What has been beyond the line
Without the intention to meddle
But always caught up in the middle
Sarasi Rivina Apr 2021
Never wanted to go beyond the reef
But some unknown force is dragging me across.
Want to stay behind
As I’ve been warned.
But that force
Oh it’s too strong
It keeps pulling me
Even though I oppose
Is this meant to be?
Or is this a curse
That I’ve put upon myself
I want answers
But they seem unclear
That force;
It's within me
It drags me beyond that reef
What once was my limit.
Now, I am beyond
Should I go back?
Or should I go ahead?
And find my future ahead
In the unknown?
My future,
Is dark?
Is it bright?
Oh, the uncertainty
Will this ever end?
Or, will the darkness, itself
Surround me
until the light fades?
Rollercoaster Feb 2021
People’s feet are hurting,
dresses and shoes are a size smaller than theirs.
They’re taking chances, and going to dances
and the truer selves are calling for help.

They’re dressed in their nicest,
their inner screams are the quietest.
Under the gleaming smiles,
their broken, imperfect selves are quietly calling for help.

The smoothest white marble floor lies,
in the reflection they seem to be perfect
while they’re numb inside.
Living corpses are calling for help.

They’re breathing slowly,
to cope with the swift dancing.
The masses are strategizing and scheming
on how not to call for help.

All is calm and feelings are suppressed.
Suddenly!
Chandeliers are falling,
glass is on the dance floor
and hoofers are calling for help.
Raven Nov 2020
May it only be a dream... composed in one.
Nightmares shaking inside me.
I drown myself so deep, where the water begins to reap.
I love to hold you, to feel you, but who are you?
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here with me?
Why so distant?
Why haven’t I met you?

You don’t exist.

My imagination.
Stringing myself in my realms of pure intensity.
An ocean on fire ...
A war with no winning ...
A person with no belonging ...
A rage with no fist ...

Suppressed, inner rage, inner love, inner hate, inner sadnesses, inner longing, inner numbness, inner cold, inner emptiness.
Inner distractions....

I face them all at once.
Inner wisdom...
An old soul living in a fake world.
Take me out of here.
Alice Oct 2020
I have this backpack

every time I want to cry
or scream or yell
I take the feeling and I place it in a jar
and I zip it up in my backpack

its amazing really, how many jars
this one bag can hold

see, I've never emptied it or
even set it down because
I'm afraid if it leaves my shoulders
everything will spill out
and all the jars I've sealed
will break open and I'll hear it  

I have this backpack
and its getting heavy
so heavy
John McCafferty Aug 2020
Feeling unkempt from shortness of breath
Brain functions less as cloud covers ahead
Given a rest when energy spent
Lungs are suppressed
No control in the chest
Closeness too dense
Muffled words left to float in the air
Stifled and drowned
Faint from the crown
Blood pressure down
Warmth idling for me not to care
Few beads of sweat, heat heavy and wet
Recovery yet but soon on the mend
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