Manage your emotions, in order to not be managed by them.
And manage does not mean conquer, or manipulate, or even control.
It means responsibility. Seeking understanding. Not settling on impossible goals.
You must manage your emotions. Or they will possess you.
And you will make rainy days for the people who depend on you,
because you did not put a roof over your self.
When you don’t go out at night to sit before a fire,
it doesn’t show up in the writing. Like the morning.
Freshly awakened. If the story carries on until evening,
will it also fizzle out with the sun, and end?
If you wake up and write, if that is your habit, then truly wake.
Head shake, rub eyes, gleam, stare hard at blank paper in early hours.
Lose focus through the window, give it to sun-kissed flowers,
brightly lit in morning air. Wake out of it. See it stark dark.
Suppressed under shadow, painted black.
Every bloom has a root, which is not so bright and beautiful.
The fire brands hands with soot,
to remind you in the morning
to write the night before.
Ever been tempted to speak out loud a phrase like,
I don’t know how much more I can take before I break?
When in truth, it is just getting started.
The here, and where when and how we found it now.
The sound and feeling of the breeze that makes an unbearable day better,
pushing, just like us, being pushed by changes in changing weather.
And whether or not you think you can,
there will always be another mountain.
And even if you decide to sit, quit, and die,
there is a mountain waiting in death too.
And this climb comes to you.
by the time such a phrase has been spoken,
it does not matter how much you take before you break.
You are already broken.