Poetry

Words 
stampede out of my hands 
 
the rush to escape the confines of my body 
 
spilling across pages 
and pages of paper 
 
filling an endless sea 
 
with bones of ink 
and wings of lead 
 
they scream to be first written 
 
the thoughts puncturing 
my skull to pour out 
 
like a monsoon 
 
uncontrolled and wild 
the anger turned majestic 
 
as if a raven 
 
metamorphosed into a living creature 
by my yellow pencil 
 
jumbled thoughts 
 
unknotted and smoothed 
by my fingers.