I spilled my gut today

Not ready for the world to

See me. See me. See me.

But my thoughts just rolled 

Onto the paper and through my 

Hands like water streaming through cracks on a rock.

The pressure was reduced, but

As it builds I fear the rock

Will burst with forceful waves.

See me through my actions of

Organizing words.

Communication's arrow might

Have been shot too far today.

But I want to be seen. I want to be heard. 

I want to be felt in soldiers and civilians

Of all peoples.

Not yet.

It is not time to make my

Entrance yet.