Emotion pops up like a frog leaping from a log,
From a thought or a feeling or brain-wiggled cog.
Unannounced, it jumps in with a wiggle and sway,
And whispers, “Hey friend, this matters today.”
You thought you loved trophies all shiny and tall,
You’ve lost one? Maybe no tears. No sniffle at all.
Yet small but important—a note, smile, or hug—
Whoa! Emotion is there—that heartfelt tug.
Emotion says, “Look, here’s the truth, plain and clear—
Not what you said matters, but it’s what you hold dear.”
Emotion opens the curtains, turns on the bright light
To reveal who you are—during the day and the night.
Logic says, “Hmm … let’s weigh this just right,”
Listing pros and cons until it’s dizzy with might.
Emotion says, “Choose what feels right. Give it a shove,
For our choices come from feelings of fear or of love.
Without emotion, you stall like a pen with no ink.
You blink in reaction, but you never quite think.
Emotion’s the spark that says, “Go. Start. Begin”—
The push that says yes when logic is asking when.
As we grow, we’re told, “Now be quiet. Be cool.”
Big writers don’t cry. That’s the hard and fast rule.”
We button emotions and tuck them away,
Trying to mask our faces for much of the day.
But masks get itchy and uncomfortably tight.
They slip on our faces and crack in the light.
For hearts have a habit—both sneaky and bold—
Of bursting through what we thought we controlled.
Some shout out in laughter. Some shout out in pain.
Some freeze into silence like snow in the rain.
Cold shoulders can speak just as loud as a yell.
Emotion reveals truth … Oh, it always will tell.
God says, “Bring it here—all the joy and the ache.
Don’t muffle it, muscle it, or think to make it opaque.
I’m neither shocked by anger, nor scared of your tears—
I’ve been here beside you for all of these years.”
So pour out your heart like a bucket of paint,
Messy and honest—both sinner and saint.
Let God rearrange what you value and see.
Soon you’ll write freely as only you can be.
When pleasing the Lord is your truest delight,
The page feels less heavy and words feel right.
Joy bubbles like ink. Peace steadies your hand.
And stories grow roots in a soul that can stand.
So write with your heart. Don’t lock words away.
Let feelings go marching in joyful display.
For when truth and emotion go skipping as one,
The writing feels living … and life feels more fun.
