Emotions

Sorrow is

Being a single oxygen atom

Alone in a vacuum;

Searching for something to bond with

And not finding it.

Guilt is

Being a balloon in a vice

That is forever gripping closer

Until the balloon is this… close… to popping

But never does.

Confusion is

 Being a newspaper boat, lost at sea;

The storm raging, water washing across the deck,

Melting all your stark black letters

Into a middling grey muddle,

White paper wasted.

Anger is

Being fire, all-destroying

Either swift lightning, retribution

Or slow-smoldering, hot, waiting

To flare up later and destroy a full city block

Happiness is

Being the first breeze of spring,

Light and free, easy-going

Making everyone that much warmer

Reminding the world of summer

Love is

Being a magnet by itself

Surrounded by a permanent invisible field

Until the other half come along

And then the halves are together and no longer searching.

Peace is

Being a lake full of life

With a thousand things going on beneath the surface

But not disturbed by them

Perfectly reflecting the blue above.