Feeling antsy

I lay with unease

Late at night,

My heart truly  b e l i e v e s

I am capable of all

However, unsure of where to start

My lists have piled

A large target with one dart

I need some release

So much I must do

I begin with parchment

A pen, maybe two

I touch to feel; I feel to learn

When my hand swipes the surface,

My inner fire begins to  b u r n

To express myself, I give back to God above

Through poetry,

My thoughts, prayers, personal desires

Start to spill out faster as I begin to  a d m i r e

My hand moves the ink

It’s my secret, my personal escape

from this ever moving world,

my notebook, I let  m a r i n a t e

When my hand grows tired

When my mind’s worn from overdrive

I let my arm lay

Knowing I have had my therapeutic say

I may now rest easy,

 For I have written to express one more night

Just like I have the past fifteen years

 of this ongoing life.