Its The Only Way To Feel

Power 

rips through

my fingers

as I tap

dance

on the green

stones on the keyboard.

Clarity comes

in many

forms, 

a word or gesture. 

Words flow

out, having

their own

paint. 

Forced

to unlatch

the window

letting the 

gasp of air

dictate

my placement. 

In the corner

of the room

underneath

a little basket

it sits quietly. 

The essential

needed

for my mind

to be put at ease,

no bigger 

than

a drop of blood.

Ungrateful

words are met

with the gaze 

of biology. 

Harmony flows

through my

lips and 

I pinch my

leg,

its the only

way to feel.