Screwed Up



He bottled up his worries,

his fears,

and sealed them in

securely.

Put them inside a bottle firmly 

corked.

Then he thought, suppose they grew


agitated 

and, expanding with the heat 

produced

forced the cork free from the bottle,

releasing all

those fears and anxieties to reoccupy

his being.


It was another worry

for him 

to ponder and fret about.

He knew

a screw top bottle would have

been better,

would have kept them confined

more securely.


Too late 

now though, to have that thought

done is done.

The best ideas are, always

too late.

Past has always passed.


And then,

another thought came to him,

so timely.


Maybe he could he transfer them,

move them

to the bottle with the screw

fastening

and screw them up tight

without

letting them out of the bottle.

Without

letting them escape.

Without

giving them 

freedom,

freedom

to invade 

his soul,

his dreams,

his being 

his reason

for being.

 

Such a risk

though.

Such a worry.


https://www.poetryformentalhealth.org/lynn-white

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