Dams

Dams

Hurt puts up walls
To wallow in it's stagnant pools
Of self-pity

While outside , love pushes
Exerts pressure on these false barriers

The wind wafts the melody of bliss
Over the separation

Hope, is the swallow, that scrabbles
Against this mud embankment
With faith , it will find a perch,rest

Until a single shoot of tenderness, sprouts,
In that vulnerable spot,
Weakened by kindness
To send a lasting crack
Through the damaged walls

And the dammed defenses crumble
As love pours in
Reclaims it's own.

--shubha