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Some days I can’t shake this feeling off, no, it is a compulsion.
On those days I feel like a million marbles are bouncing within my veins
Causing me to vibrate from within like a hummingbird.
I have grown impatient with this cage made of my own skin.
My body feels like a vessel that I must break out from.
Then I will rise like a phoenix from the incarcerated encasing that entraps me.
I can’t find the words, actions or picture to express myself.
I can’t even comprehend what I am feeling.
What I am compelled to do.
Yet I feel I may burst from anticipation.
I do not understand how I will be released but I battle inwardly.
Against myself.