My fingers curl,

Uncurl,
And curl again
As the feeling of
Shaking,
Trembling nerves
Shivers up my body
From feet
To legs
To chest
To arms
To hands.
I feel the power,
The need,
To do something –
Though I don’t know
What that something is,
I know,
I feel it in my bones,
That it’s the right thing.
It is
My passion –
Whatever it may be –
It is what makes me
Me.

A smile curves
My lips,
An expanding bubble
Rises in my chest
And pushes my voice
Into words
And into a powerful
Force
That I need to use
To get to the place
Where I know I need to be.
My hands ache
With the need to write,
My chest is full
Of passion
And I can’t keep still.