Pure Chaos of My Mind

I wake up to pure chaos The pure chaos of my mind Struggling to get out Struggling to be heard A jumbled mass of characters A mass of jumbled mass of words. I struggle to make sense of them all To put them in some sort of rhythm To have them say something meaningful Something with a purpose and a reason. I must have something inside me to say Or these words would not come to me at all There must be a reason they come to me Why they come to call. I want to make some sense Out of all these jumbled words I want to be able to communicate with them I want my inner voice to be heard. And so I try to settle the chaos The chaos of my mind I try to find some solitude Some veritable peace of mind. I go to find my pencil and some paper and my empty chair And I start to write the meaning Of the words I wish to share. These words are a gift from heaven Sent to me from above Flying in unheralded Of the wings of a white dove. All of these words might scare someone else Anyone but me But I know there is a reason for why they were sent to me. And so I sit and begin to write these words To formulate my thoughts To put them down on paper To seek the meaning that I have sought To tame my chaos and create a thought And so I begin to try and write These beautiful words. (January 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,