Teeming,
Overflowing;
Breached.
I don’t know…
I can’t…
I simply have
Nowhere
To put it,
To keep it safe,
And with me.

I’m so tired –
From persistent inaction,
And constant ongoing.
Damn, it’s so,
It pushes so hard,
Driving through my stomach
To fill my throat,
Clamp me down
In an extended moment.

Rolling;
Rolled;
Over and over,
Thrashed and thrashing.
A cacophony of the mind
Thrust into the flesh,
Thoughtless thought
That I cry to call me.

Can I find or see or build
A bridge to a better me?
Take the turmoil,
Turn it to the task,
Lift up my me
To shine above itself,
And warm your you?

This is not who I want to be.
But everything I want to be.
Always going on,
Reason pursued by truth,
Learning
Who I can be.