blank pages look at me accusingly,
demanding one word,
a start to capture
and make sense
of the chaos in my head.
Create a reality,
a sequence to the random
thoughts that fight for dominance.
A way to create order with
the fragments that float around.
To be satisfied with what is born,
sacrifice the soul to capture the essence.
Find peace in creating,
an unfinished story,
allow the audience
to interpret the end.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy