Pressure Cookers

Wouldn’t it be nice
To puncture a hole
In our skins
From time to time
To allow the sadness
Building inside us
To pass?

It would be amazing, wouldn’t it
If a small gap could let out
Anger, grief, anxiety, depression
Slowly over the years?

It is easy to fill
The empty spaces
Of our hearts
With scraps of
Negativity

It is easy to allow ourselves
To become pressure cookers
Without truly understanding
How or why or when

Over the years we find ourselves
In a different form, space and mind
We evolve not from love but
From these scraps that keep
Piling up inside us like a mountain;
A volcano ready to erupt

If only we could blow it off easily
If only we could discharge it
As soon as it finds a way into
The depths of our hearts
We wouldn’t be then products
Of sadness but rather products of love

35 thoughts on “Pressure Cookers

  1. This is so interesting to me, in part because the cliche is that repressed anger is a pressure cooker, but here you describe how more inwardly turned emotions like sadness, grief, and anxiety, also feel that way, which is a great observation. You’ve touched on the subject of my latest poem as well, the momentum of negative thoughts that causes us to spiral deeper and deeper downward until eventually something, some circumstance, or a realization, however seemingly minor, causes a shift in perspective that allows us a mental reset — the pin prick. Fun how our themes overlap!

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    1. Negative thoughts will always go into a negative spiral I agree but I still think the only way to get out of those negative thoughts is to give them to the Lord to deal with.

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  2. Beautiful poem and great unique 😃 idea 🫡🫡🫡I think we should dig a hole on the middle of our head like pressure cooker 🤯 to let go every negativity. Well written. 😃😃😃

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