The Poets Spiral

They say to be an artist you’re probably crazy. They say to see in that kind of darkness you must be crazy.What they don’t know is most of us are. How do you think I could navigate this mine field of my soul if I wasn’t!How can I ride these title waves of emotions like a Russian cosmonaut saluting my comrades as I ride these waves through my broken childhood. around every single broken heartbeat caused by another wasted words,the fine cracks shown through by the light left in my soul.As I ventured up my neurological system to the darkest recesses of my brain way in the back and at the bottom like a sock drawer without the socks.There it is,the hidden fears,afraid of rejection,creepy ass clowns, judge mental eyes as I stuttered over my words.Being alone,being a disappointment to my family,The utter panic of that sealed box being opened by the wrong people and used against me like I am being drawn and quartered for the whole world to see that yes I bleed too.So yes you have to be a little crazy to be an artist,to ride the waves to the Abyss of darkness through the veins of your body to bleed onto paper what others don’t have the courage to say.~JAZ~