The words come slowly, trapped
Inside like a dam holding back the ocean,
Letting not a milliliter out;
Concrete criticizing every glistening thought
But what if something broke?
A hairline fracture or a hurricane:
What could shake the wall till it shatters
That carefully fortified, steady steel,
Which only has so long until the force of
Nature’s endless crashing, heartless thrashing, pride smashing
Waves,
Break free.
Then the words come streaming
Gleaming as they run over my head and hair
Soaking me to the soul
Now I can tell you that I am lonely