Solace in words

I seek solace in words

Their symmetry and randomness

Their clear and hidden meanings

I express to make sense

Of both beauty and duress

Metered and rhythmic

Reflecting the jagged intrinsic

Behind the lines

Lay tears, joy, and the in between

The canvas that I envisage

Is one that feels complete and holistic

Absent of unfulfilled promise

And doubts of being finished

And as I feel compelled to transition

Towards the supposedly real and specific

I wonder if I symbolize the bull or matador

Either emotive or rationale at time of disclosure…