Swirling thoughts can’t be contained, I’m thinking things at such a pace, my words don’t keep up with my mind, I sound more clear when I rhyme, spilling out what’s been inside, feelings I don’t know are there, they come to play and then subside, but while they last I can be stunned or walk around as if I’m numb, beneath are roaring ocean tides, that sometimes others help to calm, but others sometimes are the storm that just won’t seem to move along, ancient currents keep them there, I fight against them, they’re too strong, I don’t have strength like others do, ignoring them ’til they recede, I have to face them as they are and this is why I bleed.

Emily ©

Photo Credit: Gustav Klimt – “Freya’s Tears”