behind the dam

make the most of these nights,

where sorrow cannot be smothered –

when the soul is brave enough to taste

the truths of it’s own brokenness.

lay within this sorrow,

rejoice in the pain,

allow the truths to flow,

the inner demons of the

darkest plagues.

feel it on these nights,

as the moon is shrinking smaller,

when a star’s light compels

the anguish of repressed pain –

allow any anger, breathe in the sadness –

feel the rush of this river

that gets trapped behind the dam

of yearning and pretending

to be okay again.