Ellen's Lament

Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, about dealing with the jumble of emotions and energies that come from having psychic sensibilities.



Ellen’s Lament
3-24-12

Snippets of time
snared in psychic bands
echoes of feelings
that I never have time to understand.
Lost in a blur
of racing action
Wishing that life could stop
so I could gain traction.
Senses of souls,
emotions unleashed
reminding me of
those bound'ries unbreached
I long for the still
of midnight's dark cover
when maybe, just maybe,
these senses I'll discover.