When I Write

When I write

I free from shackles

a superabundance of energy

that swells within me

stifles

strangles

closes in

pulses through my veins

rattles my bones

endlessly searches for that moment of glory when

pen graces paper

When I write

I write to capture what is

so fleeting

so small

so easily forgotten,

in the silence of the moonlit night

in the quiet of the sun-streaked morning

every letter is a bursting scream into the universe