(I found this amidst text in a journal entry from January of this year. the photos from the devastating ice storm early this spring really seem to suit it. -shs)
this ache in my chest reminds me of the depth of that far flung soul collapse across the wider expanse of sky horizon as far as the mind can think it sweeps and whistles away the pain why can I not find the cry the tears flow upward & back an opposite waterfall the current twisted darkly back into itself dammed with depth of feeling never expressed it waits it waited thrumming in my ears for years until it not so much broke as started trickling out the smallest of fractures the slow drip thawing the rest of me
(all words, video & images in this post by shannon)
