My Spiraling Thoughts Turn Into Words

Thinking can be dangerous.
Even you must admit.
All your spiraling thoughts whirling around inside.
Trapping you in the one place you cannot hide.

You try to escape.
And like chains, your thoughts capture your heart,
And arrest it between the two hemispheres of your brain.
Its laughable isn't it?
How the thing designed to keep you safe,
slowly chokes you, and starts driving you insane.

All your bottled up emotions,
Cover your body with aches and pains.
And your eyes bleed tears that fall from your face
As a refreshing rain.

Thinking can be dangerous.
Even you must admit.

That is why I write. I write to come back to myself,
To regain control.
To keep myself sane. Once I tried to speak,
But my thoughts refused to show,
Then I put the pen to paper, and my thoughts began to flow.

Like amateur dancers, they bumped
And stepped on each other's toes,
But once again, I had been made whole.

And then I realised.

On paper is the only place I can clearly see,
the one place I can truly be free.

On paper is the only place they can be controlled.
On paper is where My Spiraling Thoughts,
Finally begin to Turn Into Words.


My Spiraling Thoughts Turn Into Words

Gonzalvo N. Coker
(Pineapplecoker)