Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
that erupted in my soul
a concept I deplore
and all at once
the words come
like a rush of desperation
flooding the paper
desperate for anything
a sigh
a relief
Anguish.
Breath.
I panic in a fetal attempt to reason
with left side logic
but my creativity spills over
Creating scenes
imagined
of tales
that haven’t happened
I try and hold on to a shred of sanity
As the feeling takes over
It wakes me
From a forever deep slumber;
Or was it the yelling
Coming from the other room
Deep loud voices
Begging one another for love
I can’t be making this up
Enlightened memories
Stuffed underneath piles of
Irrelevant nonsense
I’m trying to live
i'm living to try and find
Freedom:::
Rings threw my head
In a confused attempt
To reason with the concept
Free the panic
Because it comes from
A subconscious
Desire to succeed
a feeling rooted in a community
I was only ever taught to fear
Yet I was only ever taught with love
The feeling is so strong
It hurts
the complexity of the issue
It’s not that im shaded
Its that im stranded
On an island
With a row boat
The sea at ease
But I can only see shallow deep
meanwhile the possibilities become
The steady click of a keyboard

Whoa! The thunder woke me. It shakes this little house. The lightning seems to come directly to my window and it lights up my room like strobe light. I feel very small, and very scared. It feels weird because there was a time when this weather was rather empowering; now it is the opposite. But...I recall that time to be when I was the happiest with myself. So, things have happened, and I've lost confidence. I am realizing that only I am able to talk myself into who I was. Because I've never been one to stay down long. I've got a schedule of achievements to make. I am determined to rebuild what I have lost.

And just like that... the second round of thunder encourages me and I am laughing with excitement.