Pressure Cooker

Swallowed pride and stuffed anger

Buried deep, hidden even from the suppressor

One small word, slanted or sideways.

The hidden pressure begins to stir

Handed it over to the Father, so you thought

Pressure builds, one more slight, another taunt, and the lid comes off

You say you are good, but the deception is within

You're beyond angry, your soulish fist clenched while your body sports a smile and a grin

Pressure builds, you stuffed another infraction.
You say, no biggie, it's cool I'm fine.

The truth of the matter, you have become accustomed to acting; good
Visualizing hurting the person, that hurt you, not aware you just crossed the line, in your mind

When will you realize that you have hidden unforgivingness packed to the bottom of your souls floor.
Where will next infraction, be stored, you're getting full, no room to stuff anymore.

Pressure builds, your body aches for no apparent reason,
you dismiss the aches, pains and blame it on the season; of life

Another slight this one smaller than the ones before,
instead of speaking up, you say nothing and swallow it once again.

Pressure builds, you lie to yourself and say you're okay when on the inside you're burning hot.
But you stuff it yet again and refuse to let the truth out.

Pressure builds, your head pounds, heart races all while your standing still,…doing nothing.

Pressure builds, bach aches, tooth throbs, muscle spasm,…. occur more frequently.

You tell yourself it's your age or stage of life you're in.

Don't you know the stuffing of your feelings,
will have your body bent, bones rotten and mind spent?

Pressure builds, now you are out for a walk and  some stranger crosses your path.

Totally unaware that you are full and primed to pop

He bumps you once then twice and calmly you reply,
"you bumped me could you please stop?" 

Stranger unaware of the danger, replies with a slight phrase "Your bad", then he says
"Sorry", and proceeds to walk on by.

Your mind goes black, your eyes roll back in your head.

When… You come too your self.

You're in the county jail and a stranger is dead.

You ask "what happened?", in pure sincerity

The police officer said, "you murdered a man in cold blood."

Your plea, "no, not me I would never. I am not that type of person."

The officer replies "maybe you are and just didn't know it, or maybe you're not and you just exploded."

"Either way a person is dead, and you are the guilty party."

You called 911 and stated, "come now I am about to commit a homicide."

The phone dropped but the call stayed live.

The 911 operator heard you say, "not today. I have nothing else, no more room, you will and must pay."

The stranger cried out "what did I do?" 

You said you bumped me. The stranger replies "I am sorry please, please forgive me."

"No, NO, NO!!!, I have given all I can… I have nothing more to give."

When we arrived you were still punching the stranger and saying "why, why did you do this to me?"

You were covered in his blood from head to toe. 

You beat the life out the stranger till the stranger was no more.

Pressure builds, and you never let the steam out, so one small slight and the lid comes off.

The stranger paid for everything that was  ever done to you,

every one that hurt you, every demented negative word that  was spoken to you,

the cost was paid by that stranger, that dreadful day.

Stranger danger, a stranger was in danger and didn't know his life will be ended by you.

Control yourself, compose yourself, get ahold of yourself but know you can't just continue to stuff your feelings.

Now you're facing 20 to life. Because you couldn't let it all go.

You didn't turn it over to the Father and leave it where it was, at his feet and pick up Grace and Mercy.

You picked it up and stuffed it, and continued to stuff it. Until one day the lid blew clean off.

All you needed to do was confront and express yourself with love and kindness,
 instead, you stuffed your feelings, never speaking from your heart.

Now one man is dead and your life is torn apart.

You stuffed yourself with hurts, and pain. A stranger is dead and will not be heard from again.
You committed the crime when you visualized in your mind hurting them that hurt you. That is when your light of Hope and Compassion went dim.

Don't stuff your feeling, express yourself, in love and truth. 
FORGIVENESS IS NOT WEAKNESS, BUT STRENGTH.
It is not for them but for you. Speak from your heart and let the love of God come in and fill you.