When she unlocks her heart It all comes out Pouring in a stream Without seeming end Everflowing, not always like a river But rapids Frothing and bubbling Heart flushing out poison Like after a hard night of drinking When a friend holds hair back And all the ugliest, nastiest parts roar out Pushed , upchucked Without control.
Outflow of bitter Salt of tears Tears, unsewn, sometimes ripping bigger Sometimes just bearing it The worse for wear. The fabric of her soul Is often many-layered And multi-hued. Rough-spun jute Next to softest silk. But today, as heart is opened, The key misplaced, She cannot hold back. Dizziness and nausea take over. Silk is torn and waves like a flag.
She raises hands, in supplication Before holding onto the nearest Steadying object, be it chair or rail. Hope arises for sweet beneath bitter for clean, warm blood pumping with life, and flowing purely for feeling clean after all the poison is out. She knows it is there, deep down under muscle and tissue She knows light-filled energy is somewhere shining in a low rock pool right around her solar plexus.
"How we only need," she thinks. "To work out a few small issues." Relief And exhaustion Take over As she reaches for tissues to wipe away pain and lie down to rest. There is some down time before the next test.