Pretzel Thoughts

I’ve got a mental hunger 
Twisting my insides into knots
I do not know how to eat these pretzel thoughts
I do know that I have to get them out

This is not the sound of settling
How could anything inside of me be calm?
This life has been tested mettle along with pots and kettle pointing fingers at one another
The fearful thoughts beat back the calm ones
while the angry thoughts steal all the thunder 

I want to devour these pretzel thoughts 

Sometimes they are sweet
At other salty
But usually, they leave me feeling quite faulty
Tangled up in knots until I no longer know what my mind is truly about
Wondering why I’m so afraid to let the bad ones out

It’s time for the inner beast that is the least of me to eat
And it is upon these pretzeled thoughts on which it shall feed