There is a sea in my mind.
Every time I set down to 
Capture it
Via pencil or pen, or key
-Board,
It eludes me, the tide creeps
Away,
Out of 
Reach,
Leaving me scrambling
After it,
Clumsily, in the wet
Sand
Of it’s vague memory, and
When I finally think I have caught up,
Captured it,
I look to find a torrent approaching,
And suddenly am in-over-my-head-drowninginwordsandimages.

Author’s note: Dickinson-inspired piece from when I was struggling rather badly with mood swings and other bipolar issues, probably written between 2008-2010.