Words like water

I’ve got this faucet of words inside me
That has been over control
for a long time.

Usually
it only lets words
dribble.
A
drip
every
now and then.
But right now the inner pressure is getting too high
and as I see the time has finally come to loose it
so the words will come in a gush and wash away
the anxiety and anguish towards future
the remaining spots of faded memories
the fear and laziness, boredom and carelessness
break the wall of pessimism where I lean my head.

Writing.
Writing is the way to ease my soul
and clean my path.