Your chest wants to spill over and your jaw learned early to clamp shut so as not to trouble anyone. The Moon squares Saturn, the feeling that needs out shoving crosswise against the lid that keeps you safe. Hold it in and you go a little sick. Let it out and the word dramatic lands on you. You paid in years of relationships where you felt a great deal and nobody noticed, because your face never moved. Slowly the grind earned you the right to give emotion a channel without first asking the inner adult for a permission slip. Your feeling deserves a place to land. The emotional freedom your childhood would not grant, you built for yourself.