to be beautifully chaotic

You’re a tragedy set on the shallow grounds of a beach,

you hug the sand,

but when the waves try to bring you back home,

you deny their comfort,

they want to engulf your sadness,

they want to hold your pensive melancholy hostage,

and drift away,

but there is a voice that doesn’t use words,

listen.

Your beautiful mind disturbs the comfortable,

but that was the goal,

wasn’t it?

Your intricate melody of thought patterns comforts the disturbed,

but that was also the goal,

wasn’t it?

You belong deeply to yourself,

like the moon,

it knows what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind,

to be beautifully chaotic.