Today, we hosted a creative session to explore our emotions
around the CODIV-19 crisis. This is our collective poem.
How are your emotions speaking to you ?
I am emotion
I am your fear of your feelings.
I don’t want you to risk anything.
I am frustration.
I am the clawing in your chest, the prickles in your skin. I am an itchy scalp and dry eyes. I am your legs jumping under the covers. I am restless.
I am anxiety.
I make you give up. I am desperate. I want you to walk through the day very slowly, and then I blame you for doing it at the end of the day.
I am guilt.
I want you to play by the rules.
I am anger.
It’s either ‘I am all out’ or ‘transform’.
I am fear.
I am fear. I want you to listen. Allow me to be there with you. You feel me? Good. I am here to bring you attentiveness. Now you cannot pretend this is a movie. Don’t disconnect. Don’t change channel.
I am sadness. I want you to laugh and be free.
I am frustration. I know I’m important, but I’m working triple overtime here!
I am curiosity.
I live in contradictions and need the conducive landscape of courage and humbleness. I fit here in the mix of chaos. I am helpful. I belong.
I am happiness.
I will lift you up like sea foam in the wind.
I am hope.
I will drive a recovery of “us” rather than “me”.
I am the delicate balance between joy and anger.
I demand attention – lots of it.
I am anger.
When I visit please don’t judge, don’t question me, don’t avoid me. I come when I want, and I go when I need. Accept me.
I am love.
I just want to be there. Together with my gang members – anger, determination, courage.
I am calm.
Once I’ve quietened guilt and shame, I create room for you to think and ask yourself: what you want? How you can feed that?
I am the strategic “not feeling”.
The safe, padded room where no feelings get in, or only the gentle ones. I breathe. I breathe. I breathe. I breathe. In. Out…… a long exhale and I find grief.
I’m free.
I accept myself without any external excuse.
I am love.
I want you to heal.
I am sadness.
I stare at the ocean like an old wise man, like a vocabulary with infinite words to donate.
