The sensation was like lying on the bottom of a pool
Weightless yet heavy
A blue blanket wrapping me in eerie silence.
Someone’s heart pounding inside of my ears, but it couldn’t be mine.
My heart has shattered into a million shards and stuck into my chest
Making every breath more difficult, filling up hollow lungs.
He was gone, but what was I to do?
I had to do something
I had to speak out and make my cry louder
But my mouth opened and released nothing but
So I picked up my pencil,
Teeth marks near the eraser from contemplation,
And simply began.
That is when I found my voice.
I have always had a flammable heart, that feels and loves so deeply
A soul that aches for people, things, and times
I allowed my fiery heart to flow directly from the pencil to the page, allowing sweet, sweet
Like a musician who creates melodies from silence,
I too was able to create a masterpiece, simply by filling the blankness
With words I did not know were there.
I wrote to understand, to clear my crowded mind.
From the second I shakily grasped that marred, crooked pencil
I found it.