Words

Jumbled in my mind.
Sporadic.
Grouped together like a school of fish,
Or all alone,
Like the lonely palm on a deserted island.
So many words all at once.
Like a monsoon of metaphors and meanings.
But still, I cannot grasp them to form a singular thought or idea.
From one extreme to the next.
All or nothing.
Sometimes it’s like a forest fire, fierce and roaring.
Other times it’s the flicker of a lightbulb, taking its final spark of life,
Then fading everything to black.
Words don’t always come easy.
The train comes off the track, 
Or the ideas simply vanish into nothing.
But that feeling when everything comes together;
I feel invincible.
Like everything is crystal clear.
Peaceful. Effortless.