Chaos
She wanted to spill
Her soul onto the pages,
To pour on them her
very essence by the drop.
She wanted to fill
each empty line with
the vibrancy of her heart.
Let it seep through
the paper in
Multi-coloured ink.
Let her soul past,
Let it through.
Let it twist and move
and turn and LEAP
From written words.
Words written with
Emotion,
With love
With passion
With devotion.
The picture of
A distorted perfection
Chaos will follow this
Epitome of peace
But twisted minds survive
The chaos, they strive in it.
They breathe it,
They live it
She F E E L S it,
The sense of calm
Before a storm,
Violent sea waves
thrashing against
an A S H E N sky.
She C R A V E S the chaos,
The mosaics built from
Broken pieces of Life,
From shards of
Damaged minds,
From slivers of
Wounded souls,
The flaws of our people
Are what make them
Whole,
The chaotic perfection
of their perfect imperfections.
She C R A V E S the chaos,
The mess,
The things broken
and stuck together again.
She lives for it
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2018
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