Sadness wraps itself around me
Like a blanket.
I allow it.

I don't know why
But sometimes it feels good to cry.

Lonliness pulls itself over me
Like a t-shirt.

I could take it off,
But then I would have to be naked.
I allow it.

I don't know why
But sometimes I like to worry people
By slipping into seclusion.

Anger grows around me
Like tangled grape vines.

I could cut them down
But what would be the point
They would grow back
After watering them again
With my tears.
I allow it.

I don't know why
But sometimes it feels good to
Scream and throw a tantrum
And stomp on the grapes.

Hurt traps me in a glass box.
I don't have to build it around me.

I don't know why
But sometimes I like to suffocate myself.
I could break it
But sometimes I like to have a good reason to feel everything else.
I allow it.

Hopelessness washes over me like a wave.

I know I can get out but
Not without undoing everything else first,
And that would just take too long.
I allow it.

I don't know why
But sometimes I like to feel
Like everything's crashing down on me
And that maybe someone
Will come and pull me out of the water.

Sleep takes over me like a shadow.
It feels good to be rested
Good not to think for awhile.

It feels good to take my mind
Off of everything,
And to be able to wake up
And not be draped in sadness,
Clothed in lonliness,
Tangled in anger,
Enclosed in hurt,
Drowned in hopelessness.

I'll allow it.

It will all be better tomorrow.
All of these stupid emotions I'm allowing myself to feel
Will all be gone in the morning.

And thank God we get new starts.