I dam against the flood
bottle the ocean waves of sorrow like a levee holding back the rolling tide of grief and loss stitching deep cuts mending ripped seams before I break apart burst the pressure valve blow a hole through a tender soul bore the pain to pour ashes onto streams deafen the screams bleed out darkness it think it can hide from the light foolishly confine the feelings that threaten to spill the pot of spoiled beans heartfelt pangs finds a quiet release a marvelous peace to rehearse the scene wept more than slept night offered no solace to the sudden sound of the leaky faucet spouting off in the background

