It is a tingle crackle
That races up my spine
An alert to say: Go fix it!
Hooked up to the line
Instead of sitting with it
I race to do! To make!
In silence of creation
The terrors start to shrink
Recoiling back so slightly
Mildly concussed
But when I reach achievement
Come crashing in a rush
To drown again, I work again
Move and make and go
A constant losing game I play
Will never drown the cries below
So here I sit, and sit and wait
And face my own true shackles
Threatening to take me down
Come for me tingle crackle
Ava Silurian 