Release

Storm in a bottle

buried inside

captured waves crashing

bottles of tide

the storm must escape

she takes pen in hand

and clean new leaf

to bring peace to the land

rhymes and riddles

tricks of the trade

calm the clouds

end the tirade

white sheet before

now black with ink

the bottle is empty

no longer she sinks

the battle is won

the girl is free

now she can do

whatever there be.