Somewhere in a place too deep for words
- a dark and bubbling place
the pressure builds.
Fears and hopes, dreams and promises cook there
- in the gooey depths
simmering just below the surface.
Pressure and heat, bubbles popping faster and harder and louder - demanding release.
I feel the explosion coming and I am afraid.
There is only one way to stop it.
There is only one way to release the pressure slowly and avert impending castastrophe - one chance.
I must find words for what is wordless.
I MUST WRITE!