Sometimes I write frantically,
in an attempt to fill the silence,
sometimes to silence the noise
in my head.
I pour the words out,
scrawling on page after page,
not because the words are coming too quickly,
but because I am afraid of what will happen if the words stop altogether.
I try to write around
the dark images in my mind
that fill me with apprehension and sadness,
I try to expel them before they start to
Sometimes it works,
sometimes I become tongue tied
and the darkness consumes me
before I am able to break through.