exhausted and unable to sleep,
my brain whirs and clicks and spins
and there is something within me
something that i don’t even know of
that is aching to be freed
and i think and i pray and i write
oh…do i write!
my fingers furiously attempting to keep up with my thoughts
(but always unable)
words don’t quite form sentences
syntax and grammar hide from the fury of my mind, my fingers
phrases
come
and
go
(too fast for my hands to capture)
and, as with the pains of labor,
the words come crashing in all at once
and just when i think i have met my limit
they subside and settle into my chest
warm and ______
and my breath slows
and my eyes close
and it is over
for now.
and finally (finally!) i can sleep.
Beauifully captured!