Ironic this choice of a dam
In my search to photograph my emotions
I found an image of myself
Staring back at me
For I am a dam
Through the years I built my stone wall
Built it high, built it strong
To keep intruders out, to protect myself
I never realized
By keeping things out
I was also keeping things in
I had dammed up my emotions
Where they stay
Until pressure causes them to rise
When they rise high enough
Sheer force leads them to spill over the dam
I can feel it when they start to rise
I make a futile attempt to hold them back
But I have no control, anymore than the dam
Can stop the rising water from spilling over its stone wall
How much easier would it be
If I were a river flowing free
Never having to be on guard
Or trying to hold anything back
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