The Chaos

There’s a storm that swirls within my chest, A jigsaw puzzle never blessed. I’ve tried to sort the pieces right, But they just scatter in the night. I’ve got a drawer that’s full of maps, Plans for futures, perfect gaps. But the ink’s run out, and the edges tear, As if my thoughts don’t want to care. I carry joy like paper cranes, Tattered, fragile, full of stains. I wear my hope like untied shoes— I trip on dreams I didn’t choose. Love’s a theory I can’t quite test, Too many variables to digest. I give, I take, I lose, I find, Then leave myself a note behind: Dear Chaos, please don’t go away, You’re not a guest, you’re here to stay. I’ve got a theory that the mind, Is just a broken breadcrumb kind— A puzzle with no pieces clear, Yet still we try to engineer. There’s laughter hidden in the cracks, And truths that slip through empty tracks. I try to build a tidy heart, But chaos whispers, “Where’s the art?” So here I am with wires crossed, Losing pieces, feeling lost. But in the wreckage, I believe, Somewhere inside, I still conceive. Through all the mess, the ache, the weight, Something tells me to create. For in the chaos, something stirs— A spark, a dream that still occurs. I’m learning that I’ll never know Which seeds to plant or where they’ll grow. But the garden’s mine to cultivate, And I’ll take my chances with the fate. So here’s my heart, untamed, unplanned, A blueprint drawn by unseen hand. In every fold, in every part, I find the chaos in my heart.