The floodgates
have opened
and the tide is high
the dam has burst
in explosion
of tear-bombed third eye
saltwater rushes
culling dark demons
from the deep
the most buried
of creatures
awoken from sleep
viperfish and tube worms
vampire squid
twirling their tentacles
to summon the id
squelching up
impulse
from sinkholes of mud
primal instincts excavated
from tombs
of slick crud
Deep-seated fears
have been beckoned to play
to disregard tears
take resistance away
and while blown over
by this twisted abyss
she remembers a flicker
of the shadow of bliss
and like a mermaid rising
up towards surface
blue heights
she grasps at the cirrus
leaking tendrils of light
pulling up hand by hand,
in sea-tangled vine
a vague sense of sweetness
flushes out brine
and when she breaks through
the surface,
her heart like a sieve
she finally owns it-
the power
to
breathe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQjMmfS0p_k
Sometimes we are overwhelmed..but like a river, it flows through and passes....:)