She is one
           unused to
expressing sadness
            used to burying
her treasures
            to sewing up
the prize within her
"not acceptable"
the girlhood message
        Well it is time
to let it wash over
every pore
lest it turn into
         a quiet tsunami
time to
      allow it to rise
from deep dark
       corners of water
to give permission
to simply let
            it happen  
Here it comes:
rivulets of sadness
streams of pain
flow out like a river
to cleanse the mud and silt
opportunites created
      for healing currents
to flood the river banks
with sweet abundance
once again
Now precious stones
and wildflowers
are gently revealed;
It is time
to let all those dark
hidden jewels
be coaxed up
and kissed, one by
one by precious one
by the sun
like deep sea jellyfish
who are called
by the light
to adorn ocean's surface
and show off
  the vibrancy
of iridescent rainbow colors
years hidden away
yet always
actually
there