frustration: An emotional spectrum?

I don’t know about anyone else, but I find myself frustrated quite frequently. lately though I’ve been pondering about what frustration stems from. what makes someone shutdown? sink into their own bodies as if their problems were an iceberg and they the titanic. I made a short poem about my pondering and as you read it think about a time you were frustrated most how did you feel? what made you keep going even after being so frustrated? how do you react to problems you can’t avoid? 

 

Frustration is a manifestation of one’s most inner self-double bubbling to the surface.  

A cousin to fear and a descendant of truth.  

We revolve like doors around the circumferences of things we are most comfortable in life. 

We often find ourselves a growing tree although sometimes kazoo stalks our roots. 

I find myself experiencing it during silence. When I’m alone at a desk in my room. 

IT manifests itself as a bug. 

Stalking like a spider. Feeding off the blood of my emotions like a mosquito. 

I find myself drowning inside my own head. Thoughts spinning like a washer. 

Cleaning me with doubt about myself.  

Frustration manifests itself in the bumps on my skin. Crawling through my esophagus. 

It silences me and makes it hard to breathe. 

 I find myself playing make believe in the devil house. 

Events of troubled memories whisper to me like the wind during winter. 

It never lies though it forces me to lie in bed with my truths. 

by now you’re probably wondering what that has to do with frustration. well, I think frustration is like a Pokémon it evolves itself by feeding of the very berries we hide our the truths we buried. it’s kind of like when eve bit the fruit from the tree. it exposes our sins to our conciseness and leads to a reaction like over thinking causing you to continue sinking deeper into thoughts you only think about when it’s time to repent.

I believe one of my biggest frustrations stems from my asthma not because of the annoyance it causes it’s the fear it invokes especially when jack frost sends kisses from the moon to the earth, I’m always on my toes tiptoeing around my own body I wrap myself in a mental bubble wrap. it causes me to rethink the smallest of actions even for things my heart always held the dearest attraction for.  maybe moving forward, I learn to release myself from the grapples it holds on to me. I think when we learn to release ourselves from the things we hide deep inside, we avoid the penetration of frustration’s sword into our hearts. 

what makes you frustrated? 

what do you think frustration is?

what are steps you take to release yourselves from things like anxiety and fear?

if you had to write a poem about frustration what would the first line be? 

I found this picture online by $onny gold I think it’s kind accurate it’s like emotions taking over the place where your brains are supposed to be, I guess?