Why do we feel?, to see something terrible
and feel the pain,
see a young boy crying in the pouring rain,
see lovers play and feel their joy,
see children lost and hear them cry,
watch the people at a funeral parade,
someone departed, we prayed,
and the desperation of love gone wrong,
plays in our minds a haunting song,
feelings engulf us of every kind,
hold on to the good, leave the bad behind,
how we stumble through every day, release
our feelings, no, we dare not say,
for we hold them in for our protection,
just a trickle out, come what may,
these feelings of ours that we cannot disperse,
are hidden away as we converse,,
but on occasion we allow reprieve,
to that special one, our hearts believe,
and in those moments of trusting love, we're
lifted up, to the clouds above,
this glorious time as we become one,
no fear,no guard, protection is gone,
just you and I our hearts laid bare,
with a quiet abandon that we both share.


(a whippy poem)