What no one knows about the ocean inside of you.

I am overwhelmed at times

with a sudden wave of urgency.


A pressure builds up inside of me

and leaves me with only the racing thump

of my heartbeat and heaves of breath 

from my crushed lungs.


I try to empty my chest of this heaviness


But seldom do words come up to surface.


I'm often left alone

to drown in this fixation.


Impatience fills their eyes

waiting for the easy flow of conversation

to pour out from the spout that is my mouth


But my lips dry up

and with a sandpaper tongue


volatile waves of these tangled up

emotions begin to cease


and the tide recedes inside,

towards the back of my mind


and seldom do words come up to surface.

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