Words in a Bottle

Do I dare visit this place?

This hurricane my mind.

Will I be banished here to write again and again but resolve nothing in all this time?

I should not belittle all that I've gained.

But it's hard to hold my head up when the mountains are so high.

Carefully building words in a bottle.

I send them out into the violent vicious waves of the world.

But if one soul is found then my labor is not in vain.

I know that for my pen to write I must not drown in my own rain.

Silently I scream as the rain drops pierce my flesh as shards of glass.

How does one fight to save the world when I can barely stay afloat!

One bottle at a time.

By: Heather Alaine Smith