Tension rises within,
A pin in the flow
Overthinking the doodle,
Proving my problem, too,
With writing;

Halting expression
In taut anticipation,
Dreading the thought of
Poor articulation.

So,
Don’t articulate at all,
Leaving it to fall right behind
My gritted teeth,
Forced up,
Into the roof of my mouth,
Effervescence now drool,
Sliding down the back of my throat.

Emotion left fettered externally;
And unfettered within.