There once was a girl with a weight on her chest
From a sea of words she had yet to confess.

She searched for the angels on both her shoulders
But there was nobody there – no one to console her.

She searched for the demons inside her mind
But that too was bare – there was no one to find.

Just a lot of brick walls and chain bolted doors
That hid away secrets her brain could not store.

Too painful they were – too harsh and too raw
For the sea of her thoughts to bring to the shore.

Still the burden she carried was too much to bare
So she made the decision to be done with despair.

She plucked up the courage to return to that place
With the walls made of brick and the chains and the gate.

To relieve herself of the weight on her heart
She found the strength to pry them apart.

The bricks from the walls and the locks from the doors
Band-aids from the wounds and the cuts and the sores.

As the doors fell open so too did her mouth
And the sea of her words came tumbling out.

With each falling word, she began to feel lighter
And with each open door her mind became brighter.

If only she’d known that she was the key
Not the angels or demons or powers that be.

She took a deep breath as she sat on the sand
As the gentle tide caressed her hand.

No longer the stormy unpredictable sea
It was in that moment she finally felt free.

Zeina