At Times

At times,
I do not exist. 
I am the rage in my veins,
And my fist in its clench.

I am,
My breathe poured out.
Moisture on canvas;
Droplets and clouds. 

The end,
Of trails on my cheeks.
Damp, long lines,
To upside down peaks. 

The noise,
Held tight in my lungs.
Letters all jumbled,
To roll off my tongue.

A spark,
Pulled form my mind.
Synapses firing,
And lightning ignites. 

I am, 
The feelings that pass.
Wind-swept emotions;
My name on fogged glass. 

At times,
I do not exist.