Written Waters

These writings Trickle from within, Spring with emotion revealed, Pour out with many tears not cried, Bursting forth in deep, indescribable oceans, A levy overwhelmed, collapsing under pressure. Suddenly, it makes sense—everything, Because it all flowed from the hidden caves, A story that sounded in bits and pieces With unspeakable pressure building up over time And who could understand? Who could understand All the pain, emotional turmoil, capsizing all belief And who could truly believe that All of this Started with A trickle? Chanté Walker