To Hear It Pour Out

I’m going to let it pour out of me, releasing lock in the depths of me,
that are chained by fear and bitterness.
I’m going to watch it change, like watching the weather change,
till I dissolve into mist and then rain down from a storm cloud,
into an ocean of calm and quiet.
I will simply be.
I will simply exist as part of this universe, flowing along
with the rest of us until the turn comes and I rise above myself
and become better than I was.
I feel it spiral out, it goes as fast as it came. The noise I feel,
the static in my head that sets my jaw and creases my brow.
I’m a disturbed frequency, buzzing like a power line,
it’s making my head hurt.
All I can make out are fragmented voices that beg to be understood,
pleading for clarity, hoping for unity,
to be able to finally let go and sparkle to nothingness in
empty
quiet
space