The Well and the Dam

Every once and a while
a well of emotion froths up into my mouth.

In my darkest moments,
when no one is near, and all of these feelings
fall into themselves;
I’ve got to get them out!

Contradicting each thought as I go,
They push and they shove,
but they stop at the dam of teeth.

Small streams leak from my eyes,
but the well never floods over my gums.
Instead it swirls and bashes at my incisors
until it meekly draws back.

And the emotions slink away into the abyss.
There they wait anew to gain force to
try again.

I fear,
I look forward to
the day the dam finally breaks.