Only Words can Contain

How beautiful is it that our bodies just can't contain emotion?

It seems that happyness and saddness are just waiting to burst out of our faces.

When we feel joy our lips can't help but turn up.

When we feel sorrow our mouth quivers and shakes.

When we are excited we leak happiness in the form of water.

When we are destressed the emotions fall like a waterfall on our cheaks.

When we are angry our fists squeeze in rage.

When we are amused our lungs squeeze out wheezes.

We show our love by embracing each other,

and express our hate by swinging our fists.

All of our bubbling emotions are just busting to get out,

and they always find a way.

Isn't it beautiful that writing is so strong,

that it can contain emotion?

We weep when our fictional friends are heartbroken,

and we rejoice when they succeed.

We feel exactly what they feel,

even though they are technically, 'not real.'

You can feel their rejection,

when they are not loved back.

You feel as though you have concurred the world,

though you have not moved from your chair.

How lovely is it, that even though we can't contain emotion,

words on a page can transport us to a different world,

and can contain some things,

that even the author doesn't know how to say.