Catharsis

I feel it Shifting within me Wandering in open space A gypsy striving to get From place to place Whether it slithers So slowly At a snail’s pace Or simmers in an Utterly poignant disgrace I feel it Gliding amidst my organs Making my heart race Venturing forward As if on a wild, stormy Chase In search of an exit Burning its trace Through my every sense I therefore rest my case And simply write it Down