Strangled thoughts

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