Dear Jumbled Emotions,
Rage rolls like electricity, sparking
And cracking like a child in wooly socks
Rubbing her feet on a fleecy carpet.
It’s an odd feeling, so powerful, yet
So out of control.
Now I know why they
Call it “Seeing Red,” because that is all
I rage like the sea, so angry
And grasping for anything that looks like
It is a very odd feeling,
To be so out of control, and yet feel
There is fear, coursing through
My veins, even as I despair at what
To say. Why can’t the words come out like they
Do in my mind? Why must they trip off my tongue,
Just as I clumsily trip down stairs? Is
It my racing heart, working against me?
Or is it something more, some cause of my
But more than rage and fear, there is love.
It is a warm feeling, one which feels like
Clouds and striped candies, and the whisper-soft
Touch of a silky ribbon. Love is a mystery
To me, something I cannot understand.
I feel light with my friends, and smile so much
That my cheeks begin to ache. And yet, is that
Is love the aching feeling, the one
Which wracks me at night, when I try not to
Think? When dark hair and dark eyes don’t exist,
Even though I see them when I close my
Or is it the feeling of belonging,
Which sweeps over me at lunch, nestled with
A book, which is more of an old friend than
A school requirement?
Just what exactly are you?