A get away...

a get away...
My thoughts are running rapid
rushing through the gates
I can’t keep them inside
and they keep quickening their pace
why am I suddenly so hurt
why do I feel a need, the need…
the need to yell at the top
of my voice all the things
held captive by me
but I’m being held captive
by my thoughts, by my mind
tied up in ropes of anger, fear, and tears
drowning in all the things I’ve kept inside for years
I want to scream
I want to lay down and cry…
cry enough tears to make a river
whose current will move me as I move my thoughts
so as to make my mind vacant
so as to breathe again,
to have clearity
so that I finally I can be free…
from me.

written: Oct 18, 2009