It is the time of water
Ice cracking
The thunderous rush
Of held emotions
Breaking down
Static stoicism
Rushing past
Careful cultivations
White-foamed galloping
Toward a merging
With the sea
I take a deep breath
Plunge into the tears
Bursting through
This dam
Of proper expression
Gulp for air
As I tumble through
The bruising pain
Of smashed expectations
While words churn
Just out of reach
It is the time of water
I turn inwards
Trusting
That this outpouring
Is a necessary release
Of frozen holdings
Finally flooding free
Trusting
That I will make it
To the ocean
Join the tidal flow
And finally, know the peace
Of being held
Floating upon
My sacred deep
