The words swirl in my spirit
Trying to latch onto meaning
Desperate to find significance
And my hands begin to itch,
Angst, tired of idleness
The words begin to gain momentum
Frenzied, desperate to be immortalized
To be written in ink that never fades
On paper that never burns
To be read, to be learned
Yearning to be seared into memory
To be preserved in the folds of consciousness
They fight one another
Dancing in the grooves of my mind
Battling for dominance, for attention
And I wait, tense,
For those of them that will emerge out of the shadows, victorious
My neck, my shoulders tighten
My soul begins to wander, reaching,
Hunting, alert
My breathing slows down
My pen hovers, longing, craving
And just as I am about to give in,
To close my eyes in despair,
A few words begin to glint in the darkness
Taking shape, taking form
And they being to tumble,
To flow out of me,
Delirious at the prospect of escape
And my pen moves
Scratching emotions onto white pages
And finally,
Finally, it arrives
Release, my existence’s vindication