The Surge

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Organized thoughts
why can't I seem to organize my thoughts?

They bubble inside my brain swelling to my skull,
each one racing to my tongue.

Hot air blows from my lips in a brief exhale,
but no words reach the surface.

I feel everything and then nothing
a strobe light of emotions.

all of this and then silence
I stay waiting for a pause.

For that one candid moment where
I know what I feel and how to say it.

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