the words gush and flow out of me
like airborne droplets of water
tasting freedom for the first time.

they've been confined
by the grimy gray wall
of a concrete dam
for too damn long
but now they can finally breathe.

and although water
may seem soft and weak
because it has no "shape" or "structure"
remember that magnificent rivers
can move mountains over time.

i can feel the power of the river within me
and i have now accomplished
the seemingly impossible
by breaking free of the prison
of your expectations.