The Beginning

A canvas sits before me white...
the colors
drip

...from dreams last night

my fingers feeling heavy
like newborn limbs unsteady

The words are
spinning
round & round

my thoughts bipolar
up
& down

I'm laughing, crying, screaming
...just want to go numb this evening

So, I crack my book
& grab my pen
think about the now & then...

Finally
...see it clearly
the choice is mine
to live
life
freely