Beneath the surface they bubble and percolate.
They stew and stir until there is no holding back
And it explodes...
Into a flurry of voice raising, pitch raising, eye raising
These words pour out onto shoulders
That hold them and listen
That carry the burden
That understand and empathize
Beneath the surface the bubbling slows,
The stewing and stirring lessen
The explosion has ceased...for now.