I Want To Write

I want to write but I can't think straight. I want to translate this turmoil in my head into meaningful, metered, poetic sense. I want to be able to express this angst, this battered emotion, this ridiculous notion that everything will be alright - how contrite! I want freedom to express this pent up agony. I want words to flow from me and aspirate this pain. I want to start to live again....to breathe easy.. to trust, to love, to feel, how ideal that would be: a chance to be ME. How quaint! . ..Breathe...BP lowering...Inhale....Count to ten.....Exhale................................. That torrent of words has brought liberation - it always does! It's my medium of expression; my art form; my Valium; my addiction; my shot of heroin; my snort of cocaine - Halleluiah! I live again! (p.s. There isn't really this much angst in my life - I wrote this several years ago!)