Pure Chaos Of My Mind Poem by Christine A Kysely

I wake up to pure chaos
The pure chaos of my mind
Struggling to get out
Struggling to be heard
A jumbled mass of characters
A mass of jumbled mass of words.

I struggle to make sense of them all
To put them in some sort of rhythm
To have them say something meaningful
Something with a purpose and a reason.

I must have something inside me to say
Or these words would not come to me at all
There must be a reason they come to me
Why they come to call.

I want to make some sense
Out of all these jumbled words
I want to be able to communicate with them
I want my inner voice to be heard.

And so I try to settle the chaos
The chaos of my mind
I try to find some solitude
Some veritable peace of mind.

I go to find my pencil
and some paper
and my empty chair
And I start to write the meaning
Of the words I wish to share.

These words are a gift from heaven
Sent to me from above
Flying in unheralded
On the wings of a white dove.

All of these words might scare someone else
Anyone but me
But I know there is a reason
for why they were sent to me.

And so I sit and begin to write these words
To formulate my thoughts
To put them down on paper
To seek the meaning that I have sought
To tame my chaos and create a thought
And so I begin to try and write
These beautiful words.


(January 5,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,