Waves
Emotion.
Pure and strong.
It filled her with an ethereal
richness,
like crashing tidal waves
cascading within her heart
with no
escape.
Sometimes
life bore down on her
and the tide
that was her emotion
began to churn
and the waves
began to froth,
pushing and shoving
againts the barriers
that were her small,
human,
heart.
LET US OUT,
LET US OUT,
screamed
the voices
of the wind
from
the waves.
And so
she did.
With words.
Her mind was suddenly bursting
at the seams
with them.
Words.
Words that gave peace
and life
to the typhoon
in her heart.
With them,
she dug a channel,
dug with precision
and care
until it reached
directly through her
and onto
the paper
in front of her.
There, the water spread
and glistened
like jewels
and tears.
The crashing in her heart lessened
and her lips
rose upward
in a gentle slope.
Emotion.
Waves.
Words.