The artist and the anxious person both bite off more than they can chew.
They both chew on the scenery of reality and swallow it whole.
Where they differ is that the artist produces a technicolour vomitus.
They spray the world back at itself with flair and panache.
Creativity and madness are two words for the same thing.
The latter is internalised and poisons the soul
The former is externalised and shapes it.
To use your head, you’ve got to go out of your mind.
Sometimes we have to go to the ends of the earth
and sail straight off the edge
To find the alien landscapes
That the uncomfort zone holds within
The other realms
The experimentation of imagination
Is a dangerous and perilous journey.
The poet and the madman both traverse the same waters
But the poet brings something back
Souvenirs for others to marvel over
This requires bravery, a deep breath
We are the travellers of worlds in words
This is perilous journey
Just remember that what may appear to be a wall
Is in fact a door.
What may feel to be despair or hardship
Are just growing pains,
Emergence from the chrysalis.