The Internal Struggle – R.W.

I feel it
In my bones
In my soul
Energy and feelings
Come in a dream
In the middle of the night
Jumble and roll
Fight to get out
Turn my internal organs inside out
As the power tries to translate itself
Into something that can be understood
Then the words come
And from abdomen to page
Following the curve of my arms
And the tip tap of my fingers
As that feeling that woke
In a cold sweat in the night
The anxiety I’ve struggled with all morming
Finally leaves me
To its final resting place
Here on this page

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