Traffic jams, head-cold, and stuffed feelings
The cars all packed, stop and go,
Feelings squashed down in her heart,
All congested—every part.
Raindrops plopped and sirens screamed,
Nothing’s moving so it seemed.
His irritation fogs the air,
There’s no way he’ll let her near.
What decongestant can we use,
These traffic jams to defuse?
Feel the feelings let them out,
In a car it’s fine to shout.
Behind clouds blue skies are there,
We know it all will someday clear.
One day, the rain will stop “they” say,
Cold symptoms tend to go away.
Emotions stuffed can be dispelled.
It’s helpful, though, if you can tell
What you’re feeling and be aware;
This world is full of many cares.
There’s traffic and it’s frustrations,
Missed meetings; need for ministrations.
Remember, behind the clouds, it’s blue
Sky and feeling feelings is true.
His cold symptoms will blow away
And you’ll commune again, someday—
‘Til that day when traffic’s clear
And the rain’s stopped, drive with care.
Give him chicken soup and love,
Touch him with a gentle glove.
Feel your feelings, and be aware—
Your life, don’t always let them steer.
When congestion’s passed, this is real:
In life simply breathe, be, feel.