Hatched

Become a Vapor

My mind is racing,
Make it stop,
My thoughts are spinning like a top,
My head’s exploding, about to pop,
Like fireworks happening in my brain,
Am I smart or just insane?
Words and phrases, about to blow,
Then all at once they start to flow,
I sit and type them on the page,
It all makes sense, I lose my rage,
It is calming to rein them in,
To tame the horse that runs within,
Ideas escape the violent storm,
Tossing, turning, without form,
And quietly placed upon the paper,
Become in my head now just a vapor!

Tammy Harvey 7-22-2015

I sometimes wonder why I began to write poetry in my mid 50's. It wasn't intentional or contrived. It just happened, naturally, like a chick hatching out of an egg. It is inside my head and like the chick, it just has to come out. This poem describes the feeling of getting my words "hatched" onto paper.