Thoughts-

Thoughts race around my mind, 

Racing and whirling, 

A hurricane, living inside

 

Sometimes it is comforting,

For I am not alone with these thoughts inside, 

I have voices, 

I have ideas, always within 

 

But sometimes its lonely, 

A double-edged sword, 

Always together but never with someone who can reach, 

Who can touch, 

Who can tell me something I have never known

 

What can I do? 

What can I do to let them free? 

Scream and sing till they find another host? 

Shout at the moon until the words float up, 

Up until they become stars?

 

I reach- 

Reach for the one thing that will let them go, 

Let them free, out into the night,

The pen feeling strong in my cold hands

 

The words pour out, 

The thoughts frantic, 

The ideas something I had never thought of-

Yet somehow stared back at me on the page

 

Sentences, racing to get out, 

The hurricane unleased, 

Destroying the paper, 

But lifting me up into the sky

 

With the pen's ink dry, 

I could feel the peace enter, 

I sat and stared, sat and contemplated, 

I felt the calm, for with prose, 

For with poetry, 

I have myself, again.