Unleashed

There's so much I have to say
There's so many things I never said
Words that I sealed away and put up for storage
I became a pandora box full of secrets
With thoughts infected by anxiety
Poisoning my mind as it dips it claws inside
My emotion grew on it's walls like tangled vines that festered on a vacant home
In the corner of the box next to my thoughts was a brush
No instructions
No canvas
I cut through my vines and decided to make art on my mind
It wasn't art when I started
But it was art when I finished
Here is my poetry
My self discovery, my mind
My good days and bad days
My unspoken and spoken
Everything
Unleashed