by Annette M. Parrott

Sometimes I give my emotions emancipation 
Since so infrequently, they have opportunity to flow free 
I allow them their expression and exploration 
Like the nectar sampling, pollen gathering of a honey bee 

But I always know where the reigns are, when the rains are 
falling, so that vision is impaired 
And I can call them all back into submission 
Denying them as though they weren't ever there 

And once they are folded and packed neatly 
Snapped, zipped and sewed at the seams 
Anesthetized and cauterized I place them 
In the box with the dreams yet undreamed 

Awaiting that glorious occasion 
Where a healthy, wealthy reception they'll receive 
When conception will be birthed in inception 
And my obsessions their first breath will finally breathe 

Obsessions by Annette M. Parrott

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