To feel or not to feel?

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    To feel or not to feel?

    To feel or not to feel that is my question.. I try and not to feel my everyday pain and hopeleness, it is hard, extremely hard to try and ignore it-but when all the doors in front and around you are closed and locked, you are stuck, it is like solitary confinement, that I have been held in, placed myself into. I have no keys to unlock these doors. I am beginning to feel the air grow thinner, and finally began to FEEL instead of IGNORE-but the feelings are overwhelming once I truly let them seep into the depths of my skin and into my mind. I feel NOW- and it is as if i have Nothing! I am a lost soul just walking this world slowly, as the days drag on, so redundent that I could tell you step by step what will happen in my life tomorrow. Who ever knew i would feel so unimportant and so lonely that I could do such a thing everyday? It may sound pathetic and most likely unrealistic but truth be told this is how I do so. As I began to open up and share these built up feelings with myself, I can feel my pulse flutter, my hands clench tightly and began to sweat, I am forever in this unforgiving body and mind, I would love to stop these emotions but they are like tears that start to flow when someone near to your heart has been killed, almost uncontrollable, no, wait- completely uncontrollable. Unhealthy for me to bottle these overwhelming emotions but literally gut wrenching to open up and face them when I have no where to turn, no UNDERGROUND RAILROAD to set me FREE. Maybe this is just the way I am, and will regretfully this will remain me.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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