Words

[Almost Me]

The words fly through my brain
seeking form, shape
seeking cohesiveness.
I'm full, full of thoughts, feelings....
Stuck, ingrown, almost festering....
but hoping
until
finally, allowing flow, expression,
finally breathing again....
the words stagger forth into the light.

[Merri Hiatt]

What a beautiful poem -- I'm so glad you posted it. I, too, know that feeling of finally being able to breathe as the emotion finds release in words. Sometimes I'm reminded of a newborn deer trying to stand on those wobbley legs. Writing feels like that for me sometimes.
Blessings!
Merri