Let the poem write itself
Let the words flow through your pen
Open your mind
Let your thoughts come out to play
Let the story write itself
The plot is there
The characters already live
Just pluck them from thin air
Let the wound heal itself
Give it attention
Give it great care
Let it breathe in fresh air
Let the puzzle sort itself
Don’t pick up the pieces
You’ll just make a mess
Don’t worry, time sorts out all puzzles
Let the song compose itself
Words have wings
Marry your words to the harmony
Words don’t always need music to sing
Be a canvas to the whole world
Let children fill in the emptiness with their vivid imaginations
Let amateur painters blot out the darkest corners with their unlearned brush strokes
Let seasoned artists mold,shape, create
Something from nothing
Definition out of thin air
Write something terrible and feel great about it
The best art
Comes from many attempts
So at first when you grab the pen, the paper
The paint brush, the canvas
Don’t worry if you’re gonna fuck up
Truth is, you will
But don’t let that keep you
How did we learn to walk?
By first falling flat on our faces
Well, go on then!
Write something terrible and feel great!
Sing and hit the wrong note
And don’t yourself hate
Paint,paint,paint
The canvas doesn’t ever worry
Whether you’ll make a mistake
The stage doesn’t care that you tapped out the wrong beat
Or that once, you had two left feet
The blank pages in the book don’t care about grammatical errors
They trust the writer knows what to delete
So, what are you waiting for?!
Eva Santiago copyright 2013



