What it's for

I stand at the abyss

my thoughts too large.

My feelings roil with thunder.

Like Thoreau I need to take my ideas outside

to utter big thoughts in big words.

The source of my frantic writing is too frail,

these thoughts she would not accept.

A new barrage of words would be ignored

but my sending them to the universe, better.

I am freed and freer

So thank you now for your attention

to feelings universal.

She will not respond

but it's enough to have stood and proclaimed:

I am here and I so feel.