When the Dam Breaks
I once sought shelter with a soul during a great storm. Showers that once graced the panes of my life were now pelting. The water, the fog, was rising. The waves rolled over me. The soul asked, “When will the dam break?”
Moons passed, and one day, the dam broke. And it flowed through me like rain. Every teardrop, an ocean of silent sublimation. Burdens lost at sea, I dissolved. I became the waves.
To family, who encourage our courage. Who forgive us. Who remind us that we are all doing our best, we are all learning, and we are all so damn special.
Photo: Marc Laws II, dear friend and teacher.