Like an overflowing river racing down a mountain,
My flooded soul screams for disclosure to another.
But like the infinitely cruel and binding fate of Sisyphus,
A dam impounds the gushing waters.
During days of turbulence and biting winds,
The river undulates with violent savagery.
Like a love-deprived child wailing and thrashing for tenderness,
It slams full-throttle into the unyielding gate.
But like the unavoidable and star-crossed fate of the myth,
The river travels nowhere.
It remains imprisoned and hidden in the callous and desolate mountain.
Just for an instant,
I wish for exoneration from this dam.
So that the river may run uninterrupted.
Its stifled pulse released and heard.
Its muddied waters revealed, unashamed.