Erratic

Heart beating, 

fast breathing,

mind wavering, 

I reach for my feelings. 

I’m nervous, 

anxious, 

scared. 

Music exhales into me.

I am wind. 

Following 

each 

melody with my 

fingers. 

Pretending to be a ballerina. 

Pretending to be anyone but 

me. 

Exhilaration enters 

me. 

A type of adrenaline which peaks

at the surface. 

Shivers run down my 

arms, 

slithering 

towards a newfound need. 

A new found 

desire.

 

I am everything 

suddenly. 

I am the sound 

that streams down 

rivers. 

I am the stars 

floating in space. 

I am a wish, 

wanting

to be wished upon.

But I am 

nothing. 

Suddenly 

I am

nothing.

 

Emptiness 

explodes. 

I am 

skin, 

bones, 

blood. 

A deconstructed 

everything. 

Light a candle

Give me light

Give me warmth

Give me your 

soul

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a great description of being a rapid-cycler (bipolar, which I am). What makes your description so lyrical & spellbinding is becuz you are not conveying any judgement about these various states of mind . . . . not making it seem like a good thing or a bad thing. Each description just IS what it IS! I love that. Sometimes it's good to read a poem about acceptance, disguised as a roller-coaster ride of emotions or feelings or moods (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[PandaPeaceful]

I simply love your reviews. Sometimes nothing is needed but a firm statement. A re-telling of sorts. Much love, Anaïs

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This was as it says on the tin, eratic in the emotions the protagonist feels. Another free flowing free verse that simply cascades off the page in a deluge of well placed words and phrases.

[PandaPeaceful]

I love your review. Thank you!