I have so many words swirling around in my head.
Swirling like they have been thrown in the vitamix
and slowly turned up to full speed.
I have been trying to put them on paper–
but the paper disappears
Faster than I can put
words down.

The words
don’t come clear quickly-
they come in violent whispers
that are barely–audible.

I grasp to grab them
before they
evaporate. But–
I fail more than I succeed.

The pages remain invisible.
The words whispers.

The uncertainty shrouds
the words and the pages.
The uncertainly feeds the fear
that eats the paper and the words.

The uncertainty
has taken
so much.

I want my words back.

**unedited first draft poem**