i put the pen to paper
and the pressure building within
and fizzles away…
in to tiny bubbles of carbonation
its like a relief valve on the relentless storm raging within me.
the storm that never truly ends,
it may quiet to a soothing lull,
clouds may give way to sunshine,
for a time…
but in the end, the storm rages on
with thick, black clouds
heavy with the weight of a thousand tears not yet cried.
thunder rolling in,
the imposing boom evidence of the electricity that’s built,
and escaping in violent spasms,
charged by the build-up, no longer containable
and the storm rages on…
until those electric strands channel their way
to the page.