Making Something New

Some afternoons the words come easy Some days they all sound wrong to me Sometimes the notes fall out exactly where I want them But I often chase them down for weeks So when I face the empty pages I try to trust the mystery I've spent long hours circling spirits Come back with bruises on my knees I don't know why I need to do this To keep on searching for what's true I only know that when I stop I ache So I keep making something new I love trans folks with all my being We paint our lives in vibrant hues Scribble outside the lines we're given And we make our own damn dancing shoes I don't know why we need to do this To keep on searching for what's true I only know that when I stop I ache So I keep making something new Finding beauty in the wreckage Making meaning of the grief When we tell our stories true we find release I don't know why we need to do this To keep on searching for what's true I only know that when I stop I ache So I keep making something new Making something new