creation

I create my own moments from nothing but sheer will and lack of sleep.

I write my poems based off what I think people outside of my brain

           and away from my kingdom need to hear. I think there’s still a lot

           that’s left to be said.

I imagine worlds where nothing is the same, yet everything is human. I’ve

           been wondering why no one says that the most interesting part about

           a human being is what they’ve never said, thoughts trapped in a brain

           like a prison, seeking escape but can’t find a way to borrow underground.

See, I wanted to be the one who reaches people in a different way. I want to make

           my words a steel bar, something tangible that others could use as a grip to

           levitate their confidence higher. To give them a chance to relate to something

           that is wrapped in metaphors and sensory adjectives, comparing our natural

           pain to that of everyday experiences.

That’s the beauty of poetry.