41. Form

My happiness
Leaks through smiles,
My love
Can't help hugging!
My anger
Takes the form of tears,
My fear
Is in widened eyes.
My envy
Is in words blurted out,
My frustration
Ground between my jaws.

My sorrow, however,
Is different.
It foams and furls in me
Until it flows out
In the form of poetry.

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