You don't have to explain yourself
Justify yourself
Refine yourself
Talk to the moon if you must
Share your secrets with the stars
You're allowed to say
whatever you may please
And write every word that pops out of your mouth
when you lay on the
comfort of your bed
Who cares!
Not your pen
Not the birds who are heading home
Not the creatures who creep way down deep on the ocean floor
Not the sea shell you hold up to you ear
They're all just listening,
not judging, but accepting
and applauding
Through your journey and theirs

I am trapped,
touched by
caffeinated anxiety.

The room
does not close in
or spin
like in
the movies,

but the
open air
night sky
beckons me,
almost beggingly,
to rush out
and breathe deeply.

Nothing soothes me.
Everything pushes
and consumes me.

Tightness
and chest pains,
this stress maims
my fatigued brain
making me wonder
if I am insane.