• Pondering, for so endless a time,
    My walk of life and memories
    Something I have shared with no one,
    I will tell you. . .

    From infant to adolescent I have grown
    With to many thoughts of future prowess,
    Beyond my years, too soon for me,
    My growth was too fast to control. . .

    Bottled emotions built
    The pressure on the fragile lid grew harder
    And harder to resist, to add to and contain
    Then one day it burst and leaked . . .

    From the first time to now the emotions,
    Though the bottle has been repaired,
    Continues to explode, easier and easier now
    So here I stand atop my woes. . .

    Atop the jump, not suicide, but to flight
    That will allow me to hover above the emotions
    Inside the bottle, unfull,
    To look up from above at my worries. . .

    And to feel at ease. . .