It’s like a storm that hurts
All these words
So many hurts and thoughts
Fears and wants
Pulling me in
Raging inside of me
Trying to get out, but I can sort them
Can’t find the words Lost in the roar
Tangling my limbs so I can’t swim through
The sea of this
Caught in the current between what might be and what’s been
Trying to think, yet
Fighting the words as they roll in
Every breath but I can’t breathe…
Strangled by so many
Inspired to the point of nothing
Amidst the winds and rains
The fears
The pains
And the hope for all that’s different
That I’ve yet to experience
The words keep roaring
Swirling and snarling
Pulling me in
Pulling me under
Til I’m deaf to the din
And somewhere in that mournful silence
Maybe I can find it
Save me from my drowning confusion
Pull it out like a knife,
Nay a sword bright and righteous
If only I can find it
Amidst the wreckage of so many
Splintered sentences
Fragmented thoughts
Find a word, a single word
So that I may
begin
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