they chase me down
fill my mind
tear at my heartstrings
Thoughts fill me
stir me
roil in my gut
until I’m ready to explode
Too often
I push them aside
because of life issues
to deal with
Too often
the many feelings
accompanying the words
have me scrambling
to make
feeble stabs at
deciphering and recording
the waterfall rush
only to have them
evaporate
before I can
make order of them
and before I can
find cohesiveness
in the chaotic tumbling
of emotional ramblings
There’s so much
going through my head
I can’t get it
all down
I’m torn,
pulled in multiple directions
going from here to there
to another there, and still another
There are times
when the words
are filed away
until another similar outburst
But sometimes the words
evolve into a beautiful poem,
and other times there’s enough
for a full writing.
