Silent Storms

A weir holds back the river against the flow of the morning tide I wonder how many thoughts, unspoken, lie behind its barrier- ponderings of love, turmoil, betrayal obstructed by the dam of emotional blocks struggling to break free from their confines. Like silent storms beneath the surface, they swirl in the depths of the mind, the dam of fear, of shame, keeps them hidden from the light. moment a potential release, each breath a reminder of restraint. The heart, a vessel so full of longing, yet bound by invisible chains, craves the freedom to flow unbound, to speak the words that have waited too long. But the weir stands firm, its stones like the weight of doubt, the water rising higher, pressing against its edges, until one day— will it break, or will the river flow in silence forever?