Water is pushing against the dam.
A dam that I built to protect myself.
However, it is now starting to crack.
I want to patch up the dam.
Make it like it was.
But the water composed of my emotions is relentless.
It is slowly undermining the dam.
Once it breaks, I will be better off,
Then my emotions can flow, instead of being held back.
Held back and ignored like I was taught to do.
The lake behind the dam does not exist.
But it does.
I need not fear the crumbling of the dam.
I should embrace it.
I should feel the water flow.
I should feel my emotions.
Then I can learn to accept who I am.
