The ground is flooded
But inside I am dry.
If I let these conditions
Keep the Spirit
From entering,
I am destined to drown.
When outside
The water reaches
The height of my heart,
I know I will float
Above the downpours
Of pain and hurt.
making the flow of pain interlinked with the floods of water is really a true poetic way ... great poetess friend..love your brain and thoughtful ideas..you are omiting in the poems...