Feelings

Samantha Swenson
Grade 10
Roseau Community School

Items kept in a jar.

Things that fade.

Seldom to return.

They are kept deep inside.

Unable to bloom.

Unable to grow.

They remind me of a bomb ready to explode.

They are like a burnung candle.

They should be my light in the dark.

But they are not.

They are my feelings, but

To me they are demons.

Bringing me down.

I am told I should submerge them into the bottom of my soul.

But I don’t know what are my feelings anymore.

I don’t know what to submerge.

I don’t know what they are.

What they mean.

How they feel.

All I know is that I need to find them,

Again.

I need to obtain them,

Again.

I need them,

Now more then ever.

I need my feelings to be mine,

Again.