I keep my feelings bottled up inside
and let them go, little by little.
It is too much for me to open dams-
it is too much to let everything
gush forth in rivers.
The fear of the water
of being swept away
of flooding
and drowning
is much too fresh in my mind.
For now, all my heart can allow
are mere trickles
but I am slowly, ever so slowly
working on chiseling
the walls down.
