Our emotions are not our enemies
to be tamed and restricted. Rather
they are great gifts, highly
evolved instruments, adding
symphonies of experience to our lives.
I sit alone in the further most seat of
the balcony, the orchestra a mere dot below.
The back wall captures the music which
resonates all around me, thrusting me
into the rich harmonies until my body
trembles in cadence with each trill.
The violins sing my joy, the piccolos
pipe my anticipation, bassoons cry out
my longing, the great timpanic drum marks
my heart beat, which echoes the steady
rhythms. I am filled with cascading emotions,
sweet flavors of life. I am alive!
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emotions
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