One day the words will flow like water
Torrential, unashamed,
heedless of the cost –
weathering stone
with the sheer necessity of motion.
For now, the words come slowly,
filling the reservoir, drop by drop.
The dam still holds
the salty tears of all the words
unspoken, unallowed.
Ready your craft
for when the waters break.
One day the words will come.
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