Hidden Talent

As anger grew it couldn't be labeled as physical.

As sadness flowed it couldn't be contained.

Waves of emotion

Sands of time

She said make paper planes to fly

to soar to the moon before it burns in the face of the sun.

Listen to your inner wind,

embrace your cold heart before it turns to ice.

Hold it in a place with lines like track.

Voices and sounds remain silent,

but speak louder than a lion's roar

She said find the treasure underneath your feet.

Crimson dark,

White pure,

A blank canvas for life's vivd pictures

a blurred world

but cleared when curious eyes close.

A scream so quiet

words take its place.