Paint.

She took her brush and began to move. Making marks on the paper with little to prove. Fancy were her movements, her own design. Patient as she was, she has only time. Every few moments her strokes would slow as if unsure which way to go. But as the seconds pass she did not show the indecision that was hidden below. Continuing down with strokes of color with easy movements and little shutter. Hoping for the masterpiece she seen inside. With a heavy heart she lays her brush aside. Upon the canvas was something new. An image she never meant to do. Long she pondered sitting there. At the picture long she stared. Hoping for answers to questions unknown wondering what truths the image shown. Indecision clouding her mind she lifted the painting and set it aside. Picking up her brush she starts a new and in the canvas her future grew. 

Words

many things to say, but there are no words

raising my voice to speak, my words are unheard

never managing to make a sound

because there are no words to be found

just an emptiness where my logic should be

and darkness where i once could see

a bunch of letters placed just so

bring to life a meaning that begins to grow

an idea taking hold of the mind  like a disease

for which i can do nothing to appease

if you let this being grow

everything we had will be tossed below

under the feet of it monstrous form

everything we have is ripped and torn

searching through the shadows to find the light

asking for you to return my sight

and bring me back to the clarity that i once knew

telling me that every thing you said was not true

say the words that will bring us back to what we use be 

so that from this pain i can be free

and find the words so that i can speak

and show the world that love does not make me weak

-jen