holding this back
is like a dam and a river.

i am about to explode.

the walls start to crack,
and the floors
start to shake.

suddenly,
theres a leak

one drop

falling down a pale white canvas.


then once all the little animals,
have scattered on their way.

thats when the flood comes

like its pouring rain.

a waterfall of emotion,
screaming in pain.

crying out for comfort.
shouting out its shames.

no construction can repaire it.

the damage is to much.

that once dry canvas

is now a constant flood.


once the water is drained free...

and you think the storm is over,

thats when the rain start..

and the the process is turned over.

people may try
to patch the hole...
with love
with care
with hope
or
with joy

but this hole is eroding
getting bigger
with every word

trying to hold this in
is just causing more pain.

when the night comes,
the cracks reopen,
and the flood resumes.

and the people decide
to just stay in their rooms.