free flow, catch some and eat it up

The feeling lies in the gut of my stomach,
a big lump,
rises upwards,
lungs, heart, pit stop in the throat.

Fingers feels the spazz,
electricity surges right down to the tips.

I can’t see clearly,
my thoughts overtaken by frustration, betrayal,
and the overwhelming urge to scream.

Punch?
ouch, my hands.
Kick?
Damn, my foot!

Emotionally overcharged,
just let it run.

Tears stream down,
cheeks, chin, neck..
fading salt tears.
It’s going to leave a mark,
on my skin.

Deep within I know the truth -
this too shall pass,
brighter days,
with less frustration will arrive.

The emotions will pass,
the energy will fizzle,
the tears will halt,
leaving white patches on my cheeks.

I will emerge,
smile again,
laugh again.

The patches on my cheek will disappear,
the lump will be lost.
The scar will be within,
on my soul,
in my heart.

Will that, also pass?