The Dam

Poetry at the Margins

Imagine a clogged drain or a dam, but not in your sink or toilet, inside of you.

It is not in your blood vessels, though over time, if allowed, it will kill you.

This clogged drain is your life.

Stuck.

And all that comes with being stuck.

Monotony that strangles,

The breath that doesn’t come easily,

Tension that is never alleviated.

Stuck.

Next, if you are lucky, comes the orgasmic feeling of becoming unstuck.

If you know, you know.

The joy you feel in every cell in your body,

When you witness every aspect of your stagnant life begin to flow,

You feel the soul moving, your energy restoring, and your veins healing every part of your body as your spirit is renewed.

And you become aware,

It was you all along.

And not some external force holding you in place,

Reinforcing the dam, chilly hands around your neck,

Limiting breath,

It was you all along,

An internal struggle

That required more than you were able to give.

But once you were ready to proceed,

The course of action would unfold

And you become unstuck.

And the river of your soul’s journey begins to flow once more.