When the thoughts spill out
Like toppled paint on
A near bare surface but
All you need is a brush
And you realize that
Maybe this disaster can
Create something beautiful
When the words become
A mess of drums
Played by a toddler but
All you need is a beat
And you realize that
Maybe this cacophony can
Create a symphony
When the voices are
Loud and jarring
Like cries in the dark but
You give them the music
And you realize that
Maybe this noise can
Create a song
That's when I write best.
