I nurse every emotion,
that I get to experience,
within the crevices,
of my broken being.
I nourish it with my benevolence,
cover it within layers of darkness,
protect it from this harsh universe,
and punish it with my insecurities.
But I always agree,
to carry the burden,
that it sometimes proves to be,
without a word of complaint,
until it is really ready.
Ready to face it's on future,
in the form of poetry,
that I then entrust pieces of paper,
to manage with mercy.