The depths of human emotion
Are endless.
Lurking in the shadows
Or shining in the light
They exist in all kinds,
All combinations,
Waiting to be felt.

There are moments in life
When each are called.
Sometimes expected,
Sometimes unwelcome,
Fickle minds as their masters,
With idealistic whispers
Or animalistic roars.

We reach and feel down,
Deep into those depths,
Grasping desperately
For that which is needed.
Despair and courage,
Hatred and Love,
All those things
That live within us.