Commotion

Golsa Shafa, 2T3 PB

My deepest and darkest feelings, 
housed under the skin of norms, 
I’m afraid may one day ooze
beyond my skin in all its forms 

Deep desires of mine come with
unresolved emotions in barrels, 
that no one dares to approach until 
sudden commotions and quarrels 

My darkest feelings whisper, 
“Let’s not bother with the pain,” 
It’s deaf, the masochist in me alas, 
says, “Why bother staying sane?” 

Before midnight strikes, my feelings 
reveal themselves to a gentle soul.
To a stranger they find their way,
all in hopes of becoming whole.

With a code word for distress,
the stranger knocks down one by one 
all the barrels that housed the dark 
wine dripping through my heart

These dark feelings finally submit 
To the medication I needed to treat
my thoughts, with a dose of fateful chat
with the stranger that I got to meet