Dam

It had been held in so long at such pressure
that now that I know I’m allowed to tell you
I’m afraid of all that will slip out.
It’s a pinched water hose that was twisted
and bent for so long that it might split open
when undone.
Who knows who knows what I’m capable of feeling
out loud? Just tell me it’s okay and I’ll never
stop saying.
In the same vein, I think the world had looked gray
for me so long that now the things aren’t just brighter.
I think I am, too. I think I am emitting what saturates the world.

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