Flowing Through My Head
Location
Words constantly flow through my head
They get cluttered and mushed together
It feels amazing to reach out and grab one
To write it or type it or even just to say it out loud
Then another and another
Until they complete a thought
Until they are a full complete statement
Until they express how I feel
How I want to feel
How I felt
I will never feel whole
If I do not stop them
If I do not put them together
If they just keep moving
Floating right in front of my hand
Sticking to the tip of my tongue
But never leaving it
What people call poetry
It is the key to everything for me
It is a place where I can open up
A place where I am not judged
A place where people think I’m smart
When I’m really not
A place where I feel beautiful
When I need a reminder