Diary of a Poet 5

Enveloped inside the fog of her own brain
Memories of happiness and sorrow come in waves
Tear ducts overflowing and never depraved
Tears filled with hate and blood stains
They stream down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth
Creating a cycle of swallowing them so they reroute 
Some churn forever never making it back to recascade
Creating an ocean filled with tidal waves
Slamming into each other creating chaotic sorrow bubbles within
Floating through her veins and crawling beneath her skin 
Finally rupturing and spilling the salts of hate and pain
Salts that forever line the shores of the beach made up of black grains
The ocean takes these grains of black back out to be set free
Free to release the hate that's deeply embedded in her fearless sea