Words tumble from my mind onto paper

with emotion I can’t explain or try to contain 

feelings that just can’t be expressed in sentences 

but must flow to the rhythm of poetry

ideas

moments  

expressions

there is only one place for them

only one place they make sense to me

In a poem

A poem is a canvas

on which I can draw any picture

I can paint my emotions any way I choose

my opinions and ideas

are beautiful strokes of color

with the highlights of figurative language on every line

how else could I find such release

or create such beauty from the mess of my mind

then through

a poem