Things that flow, or don't

Words tumble, the season's first rains
Into a well - dry and waiting
Blank pages fill up. Lines appear
Pages become books.
SOunds-Words-Meanings.
One leads to the other.

The well fills up.
Like a heart thats' been waiting
for someone to love
Feelings, like water flow
One to another, they say
One to another and back again.

But what do you do,
When you've built a dam
around your heart, your page, your well?
Nothing flows, but in fits and starts
Both, words and feelings -
They tumble out. Surprise you.

All it takes is just one crack
Thoughts. words. Feelings. Water.
Trickles become deluges
The wall crumbles
Leaving you an open path
To a place you deny existence.