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Liquified

Filled to the brim. It's time to sink or swim.

By Danielle Elizabeth AndrewsPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 2 min read

Photo by Rodrigo Olivera via Flickr. Used under Creative Commons license.

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Liquid inside.

I am liquified.

Still drowning although I've tried.

I'm nearly bursting.

Constantly hurting.

My waters are brimming.

I am liquid inside.

~

Even the mightiest river cannot always contain the waters within her banks.

Sometimes floods arise, an overflow burst forth.

She's expected to maintain,

expected to contain.

No one sees how she struggles

Not until it's much too late.

Once the water's coming,

There's little way of knowing,

How or when they'll recede.

She struggles to hold on.

How she tries to stem the flow,

The willpower she exerts,

That you'll never ever know.

She is liquid inside.

Liquified.

~

A slow trickle

and it has begun.

Like the mighty river, my tears will bring a flood.

They are flowing now.

There's nowhere else for them to go.

For I am liquid inside.

Liquified.

~

My heart has been dissolved.

The tears consume me.

They steal my breath.

They drown my senses.

I surrender to the flood.

Lose sight of the shore.

I am liquid inside.

Liquified.

~

No life's blood.

There's nothing left.

I've been emptied inside.

Pulled under the tide.

There is only silence.

A new beginning.

A cleansing,

Restoration of self.

Solace in the silence.

Determination in the wake of the waves.

Still, I'm liquid inside.

Liquified.

~

Except now, I control the tide.

It will rise, but cease to overflow.

They didn't care to see

How I shore up my banks.

The strength of my current.

The resilience of my will.

No thought of all they inflicted.

Their actions were careless and deliberate.

None of it ever as they have depicted.

A mere check only to see if they had succeeded.

Have they wrought complete devastation?

They can only pray,

I'm still liquid inside.

Still liquified.

~

I climbed back from the rope

Though they ushered me towards its end.

They caused a violent bend.

But I never broke.

No, not in the end.

Now they're bracing for impact

After all they've done to me.

My heart is ablaze

I am fire inside.

~

They drowned me in tears.

I was liquid inside.

Liquified.

Transformed the tears of terror,

Into the fuel of my deadly cocktail.

I light the rope,

It becomes my fuse.

Hurl it now, these Molotov brews.

They're on a downward slope.

So surely they'll lose.

Now I am fortified.

With all of this fire inside.

~

Our worlds are about to collide.

They should be completely petrified,

That still I rise.

Their every expectation, I have defied.

Their restrictions, I'll no longer abide.

I rule this tide.

Now there's a fire in my eyes.

With one look, I'll hypnotize

I'm molten,

Volcanic liquid,

Purified.

I am no longer merely liquid inside.

~

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About the Creator

Danielle Elizabeth Andrews

An avid reader who also loves writing about all sorts of things (Life, love, family, books, poetry, the world around us).

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