Catalyst

For two days I've been thinking about what I should write about for today's post, and I hit a brick wall. There were several things I could have explored, but none of them really struck me. And then all day today I've had snippets of these poems that I wrote earlier this year running through my head. So I thought I'd share them. I wrote these back in February. The second poem is actually the first version, but the lines just wouldn't stop rolling around in my head. Then the other version popped out. I found it interesting that how very different the two versions felt. What's even more intriguing is that I can feel another version forming in my head. Another reincarnation with a different take.

Anyway, here are the Catalyst poems.

This is just the catalyst for what comes next,

The breath before the scream,

The pause before the start,

Tension pulled to the breaking point.

Its the balance beginning to sway,

The calm before the storm,

The frenzy before the fall,

Its the dance, out of control.

Turn the key and wind us up,

The spring's about to break.

Let me loose and watch me spin,

There's not much more I can take.

This is just the catalyst.

The moment of truth.

Will you stop me here, or let me go,

Dark oblivion or bright ecstasy await.

This is the other version:

This is just the catalyst for what comes next,

The breath before the scream,

The pause before the start,

And I'm stuck here, in between.

The moments last forever,

Dragging into impossibility,

Driving me insane,

As I long for tranquility.

The next move is a mystery,

is this a game or a dance.

What more can I say,

I have to take this chance.

It's a bet I'm willing to make,

So take this leap with me.

It'll be worth it in the end,

I promise, wait and see.

The future is unwritten,

And I'm an eternal optimist,

Waiting with bated breath

Because...this is just the catalyst.