Sequestered

I suppress the deepest part of my essence for fear of retrieval.  
 
If the spark hits I  
Extinguish upon air.
 
The dark, dirty, gritty, color oh color…..life lives far deep within the prison created for such emotions lock and keyed sequestered. For if let out it would disturb the rules set by me societally standard.
 
Keep pushing keep pressing keep it down. Creativity must be silenced passion isolated be quite be still.
 
For if it were found passion might engulf in flames  
And the precious little yarn that locks my prison might unravel.
 
If to face it, consequences of desire. I might spoil.
 
Happiness is a number.
    I can keep it and smile.
   For all else is my prison .
 Passion and desire is a flame set only to extinguish if not I would surely spoil.

Happiness is what’s left after desire extinguished and expectations muted?
 
The yarn must not unravel.