Mayday, mayday
I’m going down in flames
Searching ,sinking
I don’t know what to say
Thought one ,thought two
They try to fleet away
Capture them ,write them down
I think there’s something to say
If every thought that crashed like a tidal wave
Poured out of this ink
to land on a page
The thought is alluring, scary, and strange
I think, I don’t know what to think of these things
To see my insanity wrestle with grace
To see my shame and embarrassment
Loved without change
Accounts of fights with myself
Between right and wrong
My flesh and my spirit
squaring up
To battle and box
to sit right beside me
you hear a pen drop
But between my ears
War noises erupt
On and on every day
I’m silent and fearful
Because no words escape