She sits, contemplates,
lost within thoughts,
that should no longer
crowd her.
Yet she feels pressure,
that binds her mind,
as she struggles,
too let go of the blue
that colors her day.
It gathers within her,
a coming storm,
she feels it,
pushing
to the
surface,
running for shelter.
She steps past frosted glass,
water runs warm,
she
seeks to remove
this chill within her.
She presses palms
against cold tiles,
let’s her tears
run
as
rain
there
she
releases
her
scream.
So none may hear
the sound of her
releasing
pain.
