I feel like water,
Always desperately flowing
down the path of least resistance
-
But where I find myself now
there is no path;
High stone walls on every side,
A solid, smooth basin
Without a single crack
to trickle through,
-
The pressure builds steadily
As my past catches up,
Inevitably crashing, swirling into me
-
I'm filling up
and up
and
up
-
Gravity pulling downward,
Stronger with each drop;
That heavy ache growing with it.
-
I stare into the sky
As I slowly rise towards it,
And I wonder if this time I'll run out
before I spill over the edge,
Only to run desperately anywhere again
-
Forever searching
for a gentle
place
to
-
rest.