My thoughts trickle
One by one
And make their way down
The side of my emotions
Forming a puddle
In the crick of my neck;
In the hollow of my soul.

Negativity
Is not a state of being –
But a state of emotion
A lens
That covers reality
Absorbing light
Letting out only the stench
Of things
That could have been.

Anger
A tentacle on that monster
called Frustration
With the sharpest, pointiest tail
And a shadow that casts
Well beyond its façade.

Contentment
That rises above the shadow
That soothes the monster
That lifts open the cover
And let’s in the light
That gathers the puddle
And blows it all away

Away from my thoughts
Revealing
The fulfillment
That is my soul.