Anguish, O’ deep, invaluable pain.

Bothered finally to pour out on a page.

Can you verify the suffering?

Do I disguise the absolutely awful

Enough with flighty and

Fearless posing humor?

God broke me open

Heretically and gently

I was filled with passion + passion + passion

Just passion

Kicking, screaming passion.

Lovingly but ignorantly placed in only one confining box.

Music.

No one can doubt my undying love for it, but

Oh how I long to

Peer into other scandalous boxes.

Questions I am desperate to pose and answers I determined to throw out

Rights that beg to be wronged and righted again

Still I blindly and desperately search for other outlets

To hold the passion passion passion

Utterly shrinking as I force focus

Variety is mastery’s enemy

Why oh why can’t I just do it all?

Explain why I must follow rules?

Youth slipping or yanked away

Zipping thoughts and passion begging for more boxes, more questions, less answers

– becca tremmel