The seering presence arose
Clouds my mind
Warms my soul

Leaves my logic in chaos
Gives new eyes
Lets me see

Should I play my piano
Strike a key
Let it go

Should I sing a melody
Soft and low
With a moan

Should I paint a masterpiece
Feel my pain
Brush a way

Should I write a play or poem
Tell the truth
Cry alone

Should I make my own small path
Live new dreams
Move ahead

This seering presence arose
Forcing life
Down my throat