Just an Expression
I wish I could draw:
Give form to my thoughts
Relinquish all the chaos of my imagination
onto a page
for another’s to make sense of
I wish I could tap that
boom
bang
clang
The fount of liquid fireworks inside my head
Let drip their colours into
paintings or sketches
Order the obstinate mercury into expression
I wish my fingers would obey
I wish that they could guide
and form
and shape:
I wish that they could squeeze all the world
into the tip of a pencil
the hairs of a paintbrush,
Then use it to
Create
But my fingers don’t obey
I think we miscommunicate
My attempts at “art” resemble those
I made in 7th grade
If anything, they’ve regressed
I ask my hands to listen
but they protest
So: I wish I could sing
Let the Within
be
Without
Let my body be an instrument to my soul
Reverberating with raw humanity
transmitting through the very air
that envelops us each
a song so sweet
it leaves you empty
But my voice sits in my mouth like rancid honey
it’s taste far from that of a melody
So: I wish I could write
stories so beautiful, poems so wonderful,
they move a reader to tears
I wish I could weave
characters’ destinies
into one flawless tapestry
make effective use of hyperbole,
metaphor,
and simile
Know how to turn a story on its head
While still fulfilling a hazily defined
artistic duty
But my whole being itches with frustration
at my ineptitude for creation
It’s like trying to find the words
to a language I’m only just beginning to learn
I wish to learn
I wish for my pen to be my brush,
for my soul to be my ink,
and my words to be my voice
As I attempt to order the chaos
of my imagination
into transmittable form
I need not impress
but wish only to express