Emotions

whatever slips away
like grains of sand
as I hold it tight
between fingers
becomes a storm

It returns to torment
to remind everything
leaves an echo
in the universe

sounds I hear
long after they die
pictures I see
long after they fade
stashed away somewhere
in crevices of the mind

I stretch the fabric,
iron the creases,
dust the specks away
yet not sure, if
they mingle with the earth
changing it forever

or become a storm
in other worlds
ravaging interiors
of another carefully
constructed home

control negativity
before it becomes emotion
to be stored in the body
and many minds
it will impact the world
in a manner unkind

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #233

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