Angst and power surge through my soul.

They struggle to find an appropriate hole,

through which to pass and dance free..

though this medium seems right for me.

Words can construct a diagram of emotion,

simultaneously still and in motion like the ocean.

That is how I feel

that is how I make it real,

all these abstract thoughts and egotistical plots,

they bog me down until I drown.

But don’t forget, your safety net!

Let it out, let it go,

let the whole fucking world know,

that you are a universe,

and that takes much more than a stanza or a verse,

to get across.

So get out our creative dental floss

and pick out some inspiration,

some metaphorical interpretation.

Because we are going on a trip,

in fact we’re already on board.

It’ll be over before you know it,

time we can’t hoard.

Rest in peace we’re assured.

-Courtney Rose Battistelli