Grrrrr
I hate when I cannot sleep
and things spin in my mind

Thoughts of life
and trials

Worries of words
and deeds

Not sure if things
can ever be

the storybook
I've created

inside of me
a turmoil

Ever raging
rivers of ice

like they saying goes
So much more below the surface
than meets the eye

an iceberg
cold
hard
deep
chilled
immersed

What makes it grow
how does it melt

And the flooding
that results
won't be surmountable

I'm so tired
and I need to sleep
but my thoughts
beg me to write

To release the words
crept from my brain

onto a page
and in doing so
creeps in the fear
that the chastisement
will come swiftly
and cruel

Don't take my words to heart
it's never what it seems
but an escape
a release
a blessing

to expel verbally
that which lies
deepest in my soul

to brush it at last
away

one stroke
one key stroke

the permanence of
the written word

on a venue
allowed by any

as freeing
as confining

such is life...