Palette

Gently, I paint my poems into being.
Guiding my pen along the line
I try to provide clarity of seeing.
In a day filled with distractions,
I take as many moments as possible
to just breathe, to just let my mind
drift off as my thoughts become silent.
It is the process of building newness
within my internal reality which provides
stability while feeling everything fully.
One small irk takes up every corner
of the room in my mind. All of this is new,
I remind myself, its supposed to
not feel familiar. In time, it will.