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.


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