Release

all the dreams pushed back in your mind

from laboring over intense demands

the stories that have faded with time

stuck in remorse, emotional paralysis

you don’t know if the flow will take over

to enrich the words, the images

and you think by beating the wall

that perhaps more will come, will appear

but that would be yet another dream

a glorious, Technicolor spectacular

that comes, pulled out of the pit of your stomach

and washes the tears from your eyes

while the insight floods your body

with release