a poetic take on the nature of emotion

by ashwinia

I have come to understand,
To love
is an experience so unsettling.
The mind begs to rest,
to float placidly, mindlessly,
to revel in the surrounding tranquil.
But it is an ask gravely futile.
For contained within is a blizzard;
whirlwind circling maniacally,
a storm so mighty, thunderous
it threatens to irrupt.
Every wave rises up fiercely,
pounces wild into another formidable,
in an embrace of illogical ebullience.
Together they come down crashing,
before the rise that follows.
And in all, engendering Energy that prevails
any plausible or existent force.

To love,
Is an experience so inebriated,
So unsettling.