A poem

An energy
tingling in my chest and
crawling up my spine
shifting, I get uncomfortable
cause this energy is forming into
a thought
without shape
without words
and it is resting
so heavy
against my chest
I am clawing, reaching, scratching
for relief
for an answer
but it does not disintegrate
then I reach
for my pen
began to scratch against that
flattened tree
pressing hard onto the lead
as if each deep scratch
tears away at this invisible invader
and all of the pressure,
mounted against it will release it

it eases back
slowly ebbs away
like a solemn pond of wonder
a swirl of memory
a sprinkling of thought
my pen saves me
as it absorbs that thing
that unspoken emotion
and defines it
reveals it
gives it an identity
blossoms it into a poem