Day 13

It is raining

and I've emptied my jaw,

all the holidng in,

of all the feelings.

Let it flood

outside

somewhere else.

Not that I'm holding in,

I've just let go

the need.

I am not a flood

today.

It is raining

And I can count each

of my ribs,

from the inside.

Let myself say

something, through my posture.

Not a forced word,

just whatever it is 

I'm holding.

This world is a container

big enough.

And it is raining.