Beautiful Thoughts

I stare at my screen Knowing the feeling I want to express but The words refuse to come. My fingers hover, Waiting to be used Waiting for my speech My eloquent thoughts To write themselves. But nothing comes I cannot say what I want With the voice that I have. My simple words cannot communicate All the emotion I know is there. They are not good enough to be beautiful They are not enough. I am not enough. The screen turns black As if telling me to give in. My thoughts seem small and Insignificant Then From the stillness sings a voice To tell me I can. To tell me it is not about waiting For the perfect words I must find my own way. It is not about anyone else It is about me. And I know, I know what to do. Embrace my own hurt Turn it into light, And peace, And joy. Without knowing, I have created a poem, A song, Something wonderful. Beauty that came from despair. They will say it is a waste Of time, Of paper, Of myself. That it is only endless words Meaning nothing. They are right. It means nothing to them Because I did not write it for them. It is mine. And it is beautiful.