Tingling tiptoes

            Why am I in such a fight with myself? Such
stubbornness quakes deep within me. Tingling all senses
to shocking vibrance.

            Truly the necessity of sleep becomes that
one draw that ends the screaming. The felt stretchings,
that call for silent bits of air.

           Calmly I strive to stand but the soul finds
a seat inside warmth. A sigh escapes as I once more
try to evade the emotions.

         Oh here is the starving news and the ache
just stabs. How to let go? One of the most severe
things to accomplish yet I am making it happen.

         So distant I place my mind. Far from this
setting. Throbbing nerves so sensitive I cannot help
but laugh in irony as the attacks find room
to spread.

       Ah once a glare descends the blank emptiness
finds another way to hurl daggers at my resistance.
So gathering myself I rapidly exchange  a hope, a
prayer that I am not the only one experiencing
these lovely ripples.

    So my dearest friend, please tell me I am not
the only one gaining these attacks. Please help
present some release. Encourage a sibling in ways
to finding the exhale of exhausting tension.

     Oh  tiny whispers are explored as the sensitivity finds new
heights and laughter begins to roll over throat, through
mouth. Please, I pray, that kindness is shown in
a good idea. The necessity of sorts is found and
given are the opportunities once more.

    Alas a fool I may be but this breath is difficult
so pardon the cackling to find a rattled sibling
sinking into a melted puddle.

    Indeed the context says all yet the voice
is non existent. So I hope, I pray a moment of
your time. One bit of your lifetime. A dream inside
a whisper. Yes.

    Understand the mystery in the smallest of
breezes and hold onto the viewings of brilliance.

    Undeniably real is the best pieces of a morning hello.
So gather your fingertips and find ways to
keep tiptoes twirling for I hope I am included.