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Bottled Up
How many times
Have you gone
For weeks
Or months
Feeling little to nothing?
Unable
To so much
As cry
Nor smile
Uninspired
Unmotivated
Unwilling
And how many
Of those times
Have you done so
On purpose?
Spent so long
Resisting
That which is
Most natural
Because
You believed
It was something
Unseemly
Bottling everything
Up inside
Until you might just
Explode
What good
Is an inkwell
Never opened?
A pen
A brush
Never dipped?
The plastic tip
There to keep
The ballpoint
From drying out
Still on it
From the day
You bought it
Emotion
Sensation
Experience
Should not
So easily
Be let go
To waste
Forget living
Forget life
Being something
That happens
To bottle it all
Is like having
Life
Simply happen
To everyone else
To everyone else
But you
But you
You should
Uncap it
At least once
Even if only a drop
Were to come out
It would be
So addicting
You will want
To pour out
The whole bottle
Squeeze
That tube
Of paint
As children do
Never mind the mess
It can be cleaned up
And even if
All that paint
Were to be washed away
Every surface
Scrubbed
Every trace
Erased
At least then
Something was
Inspired
By something
Anything
Having done
Something
Anything
As children do
With no consideration
For today
Or tomorrow
You will
Have been inspired
Rather than simply
Contained
Even if
That liquid
You’ve been
So cautiously
Bottling inside
Terrifies you
You should
Find some way
Any way
To let it out
If an experience
Inspires nothing
Creates nothing
Did it happen at all?
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