My Patient Angel

My turmoils I keep stifled, locked tight in the sooty recesses of my psyche. Buried deep beneath this exoskeleton, hardened by the fire of my insecurites, designed for the world to witness. They lie far too deep to be reached by the mundane. They remain protected to the world. They quietly reside within their cauldron, simmering in the stew I have concocted. Slowly, their steam rises and expands, straining the seams of my sanity. One small straw does rupture the thin membrane of poise, practiced daily. My emotions spew forth exposing my tender, raw soul. You soothe my gaping wounds with your tender embrace, letting the rampage run its' course and you wait for my to emerge.