Letters
I look at the blank page
and try to bundle up my thoughts,
let the words freed from the cage
develop a thunder storm.
I take a pen to draw a letter,
this is the start of something new.
Maybe it will turn out even better
than the last painting I drew.
A painting full of words and commas,
of questions and broken lines.
A painting caused by insomnia,
my mind goes wild during the night-time.
And on and on it bursts,
until my mind goes blank,
just like the page at first,
now it’s a thought tank.
– Maria
Maria was listening to ‘Hold Back The River’ by James Bay while writing this poem.
