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