Footprints of the Soul//Poem Book

Ammo

See sadness as a blanket

happiness as a friend

Anger as a door

Fear as a pretend

See emotions as they are

locked up in your head

Let them out by seeing them

as a sharp arrowhead

Hold them in your quiver

but be ready to defend

Sharpen them to a point

because you have to let them out in the end

Let them see you with your bow

watch their eyes fill with dread

they gave you the ammo

when they watched as you bled

Everyone sees the weapon

so they try to amend

It never really works

as they always seem to condescend

When I'm filled with anger

all I see is red

Those arrows are hard to control

so you better watch your tread

Happiness is different

Those arrows can expend

They get lost in my quiver

and the feeling does not extend

When I am holding sadness

My bow is as heavy as lead

I would rather not shoot it

So tears instead I shed

Fear is a panic

Instinct tells me to fend

Adrenaline controls my body

because my brain does not comprehend

This is the ammo that you gave me

as you watched me bleed

These weapons were created

when you planted that poisonous seed