The Dam
Some days
the dam breaks.
And the laughter
you've been using as a mask
turns to heaving sobs
And the floodgates
open to the salty tears
And you could begin
to rebuild the wall
But this side of the river
it has been starved
for too long
So let the waters fill
the cracks of this
drought-stricken land
Let the wasteland flood
For with time
the ground will soak
up your tears
And as the earth drinks deep
it will live again
And from it will spring
new growth
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