Inside

see it in her eyes.
the calm before the storm.
behind the sparkling blue.
clouds are building up.
threatening to spill.
passed the fence of lashes.
to be the emotional creation.
that mind and body can create.
just for a little while.
the stream will flow.
until all that is left behind.
are the dry stains.
that once revealed.
all the pain.
endured and inflicted.
from the inside out.
awaiting the next time.
when all turns dark.
and once again.
the release of tears.
will seep through the fire
that surrounds her
soon to be washed away
to be free of everything
that burns her.