That's how I feel

 I feel tender and raw 

'I am fine I promise'

I shout repeatedly to no one in particular 

The gnashing teeth and fatigue tell me otherwise 

My bones and joints feel like rusty old door hinges 

'Yer, yer I will rest' 

I reassure myself as the clock chimes 3; the ungodly hour 

Tender to the touch, red and exposed

Everything hurts in a way that tells me I am feeling too much, none of the good things

'It's not that' I feel my essence scream as I look for irrationality and holes

in what was arising

'Do some things exist where intellect has no jurisdiction?' 

Is this a feeling that needs to be felt before it is articulated

Is the articulation the language to communicate, for another to understand before I overstand it?