~`_ The Spirit of the Eagle speaks into the soul _'~

If I could finish this poem that is singing in my soul right now, I would be so much better off today. I have butterflies screaming through my stomach. Stress. Anticipation. of what's to come today. Things I can't really talk about here... but pray for me to hold my tongue and hold my piece... erm..peace. My words are playing tricks on me. Maybe it's just my mind saying what it really wants. If only it were as simple as pulling a trigger and speaking the words that are on my mind, piercing flesh... bone... soul and ripping them asunder so that it's truly understood...felt and understood... that I will not be taken for granted, stepped on, or roll over like a submissive dog.

Can you tell I'm in a writer's mood this noon?