holy discontent

struggling to begin
anxious to find words that fit
square pegs, round holes....

straining with frustration
wanting to create something lovely with my word-offerings
with my life

this cyclical life
seems always to ride a wild rush
then
like a wave
it recedes back to deep
to the place i struggle to find my footing
though standing on tippy toes

treading water becomes exhausting
and it takes every bit as much energy as swimming
without going any where
but at least i have stayed afloat
i will not drown

sudden bursts of inspiration
energy
conviction
and i inch forward

holy discontent