poetry book

waterfall

when i cant hold the

emotions in the palm

of my hand

when i cant lock the

box labelled emotions 

and feelings

they spill like a 

waterfall

over my eyelashes

the paths they track

leave a salty residue

all down my cheeks.

when i cant shove

the sorrow 

away

and the anxiety wont 

be swept under the rug

it spills over 

like lava and forces

its way into the 

world.