Emotion

Wherever Emotion goes
there are always combatants.

Too few
are the ones able to
hold Emotion’s gaze.

Too many
are the ones battling to
keeping Emotion out.

Then there are those busy
brokering and bartering,
seeking to constrain
the melancholy of Emotion.

I can attest,
from spending time with Emotion,
it’s like riding a roller coaster or
being battered in a windstorm.

Yet soon enough
                  the ride is over,
                  the storm passes,
and equilibrium returns.

Getting to know Emotion
is like learning a second language.
Slowly a new world emerges.
Then confusion melts away
as conversations begin to expand.

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This poem was written on November 25, 2025.