Thoughts form in my head

Perfected

Neat

Unscathed


Until . . .

My mouth opens

My tongue flip-flops

Words reform


Tilting inside each other

Melting

Into a demented figure

Then a volcano erupts


From my inner

I scream

I cry

I shout


But the pen touches my fingertips

Quieting the beast in me

“Bleed me”

It whispers


I did

The pen bled my pain

It bled my deepest thoughts

Seemingly only ink cures


My dyslexia
~

My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone

Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress

In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry

Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.


*© Pax

I see…the sun
on the horizon
The moon
upon the night

The flowers
in the garden
So lovely
and so bright

The birds
among the branches
The fish
in every sea

But none
shall bring the beauty,
your love
it brings to me

I see…the mountains
so majestic
The grasses
on the hill

A snowy
winter morning
That brings
a wondrous chill

A little baby
laughing
Its smile
ever free

But none
shall bring the beauty,
your love
it brings to me

I see…the skies
so blue, inviting
A small
secluded shore

Along a
tiny island
The scenery
so pure

A shady spot
for resting
Beneath
a maple tree

But none
shall bring the beauty,
your love
it brings to me