Believe oh doubting mind it is true
Pain can bring out the genius in you
The creative soils you thought were dry
Moistness once lost now again thrives
A silly girl is all they see
One with that heart upon her sleeve
They don’t know you as you are
They only see you from afar
Depth has returned she does rejoice
The chambers in her mind regained their voice
The pain, the pain, you are a gift
How she welcomes this spiritual shift
Drying the tears from alcohol
The spark, the magic finally recalled
Long ago a she had much to give
Surrendering to darkness, the light again lives
Yes you say she will always be
That girl you find ever so silly
And that’s okay because she knows
Her truth is not for you to grow
And yes you have your enormous words
Looking down on her as just absurd
But i tell you she understands this
Small minds, big words tell many a myth
Oh how she can feel this sense of freedom
Thoughts commence in her mind’s own kingdom
Roaming the halls as they return
And with FIRE they burn… they burn burn burn…
Tickled she realizes her passion’s longevity
Back came her friend she calls creativity
Never thought she’d again sketch a sketch
Or to paper her words would fetch
Pain of all things would become her fire
To give her that of what she desires
And that was to set her very self free
To write and sing and live only as she
Some will laugh and some will demean
Hence the reasons she’s sometimes unseen..
Judge judge all you want..
She takes it in stride as nonchalant
Ah pain, pain, you glorious creature
Who thought you’d become her very best feature
Pain, pain, you sweet heart slayer
Unknowingly you’ve become her brightest layer…
