Shiver hits
Races up the spine
Familiar energy
A gift of acknowledgment
Though it is felt
Mood remains unchanged
Melancholy
Searching
Questioning everything
Tears well and recede
There is no subject matter
Just release
Attempted understanding
Neither head nor heart
Offer up information
There is a void
A heaviness
A slow aching pull
To unknown places
Something is being birthed
It labors in my chest
It’s insatiable
Uncomfortable
Confined
Cut the strings
Set it forth
Something good must come of this
A final push of emotion
I feel it
It is uncertain
Wild
Uncontrollable
What am I supposed to do with this
Run toward it
Run away
Be still
I fear no good can come of this
My fear
I know it better than I know myself
It wrote my history
How much longer must it write the future
Engtovo ~ August 31, 2008
