Create

Create

Paint splatters hit the desk
The edge of my pen
Stuck in the tip of my teeth
Ink tastes bitter
Sweet
Scratching along the parchment
of my tongue
Their words spill
Hot, red, passionate
From my Mouth
to your Eyes
Can you feel my emotion?
My creativity?
Spurting from my veins
my arms tremble
Visibly vibrating
from fear
The hot liquid
Hitting the canvas
The notebook, the music
the instrument, the stage
This bulletproof vest
Worn from wear
through each new
Attack
Of my mind
Having to dive down
Drowning in my chest
Pushing through a boundary
Every time
I pick up a pen
Bite at the edge
swallow the ink
Take the first step
the first bite
Sing the first note
Say the first line
Every time
I believe I can
I lose control
and
Create.


-Ella Hastings