A Poem: I Need Words

The days when I’m scrambled

are the days

I need words,

words to string through the buzzing,

the fragments,

the things I can’t keep

or hold in my hands,

collecting them around my neck.

Words are the pins

That hold them in place.

It doesn’t have to be pretty,

I just need the words

to address the chaos,

to shake the hands of the shards

and make sure we’re all friendly.

Let them run their course,

spark the storms

spin the feelings,

so I can be on good terms

with the mess in myself.