At last, her little “vessel for verse” is ready to be set “out to sea.” She has realized the words are not meant to be locked away, so she is setting them free.
I believe a lot of people like to hide behind their writing. Sometimes so much so that the fire meets it first. Sometimes I see that fire dance on my walls in the candlelight. Where fragrance meets fear, cement meets roadblock, and heat meets headache. This act of choosing is a waterfall. I have a voice, and I want to be heard.