Birth of a poem

“Where’s the paper,
No, the computer,
Pen,
Quick,
God,
Where are they?!”
I had something vital to tell.
It was big. Huge!
It lead, to, a thousand,
Fumbles.
Thoughts rose like bubbles to the sea’s surface –
bursting and punching,
Clambering for light, air,
onlookers,
Someone to witness freedom happen.