Bottled

It's bottled deep inside,
this need to get away -
to fly to new heights
and reach the moon
where no one else
can possibly follow.

Being weighed down
by the shackles of life -
never able to see
the beauty that you know
lives inside and
keeps your heart warm.

Among the mass of anger
a rage sees fit to dwell -
a furious tidal wave
keeps you from faith;
from the wholeness you seek.

But hidden in the silence
there's a comfort within -
holding on to the strength
you tried to pour away;
circling the drain once more...