A Creative Outlet
Pencil strokes and midnight tokes
My mind is in a daze and my heart is broke
Pages penned in the wee hours of the morning
Getting lost in art is a form of mourning
My brain shuts off and everything is quiet
Without an outlet these emotions riot
It may not look like much in the moment
But these memories are mine and I own it
Processing comes in many forms
And through the process a passion was born
The desire to create relatable pieces
To pave the way to peace and realization
Words wander onto paper
as the pen sits between my fingers
My mind creates when it feels destroyed
It soothes my senses when i feel annoyed
The art of creation manifests different vibrations
A way to relate to others and share my aspirations
Through pages of poetry and works of art
I’ve worked through some of the hardest emotions and mended my heart
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