bottling - a rambling

for weeks i have been bottling
not conscious; my emotions fermented
the cork came off, as they tend to
hurting everyone in its strike

i took to the road
divine intervention decided
that the bottles in my trunk
where rattling my brain

in the hotel of color and madness
i had the courage to open each bottle
and drink it’s pain, venom and joy

in a bubbled bathtub with a bottle
janis and jim shouted at me
“unresponsive in the bathtub”
was not to be the headline for now

the mountains spoke to me
lulling my intensely internal journey
whispering their ancient secrets to me

my bottles are all empty now
there is peace in my valley
the corks are also safely tucked away

i listened, and the mountains spoke.