poetry

I am chaos

I am chaos.
And by the grace of nothing but time
I am order.

Delicate fingers
Intricately weaving together
Ancient lives
Infinite stories

Out of madness
Out of mindless dissonance
Comes clarity
Like a gift

I am the unlikeliest of outcomes
I am nothing shy of miracle
And it’s a burden I happily bear
To know I am free of miracle-worker.

I am all the majesty I need.
My faith lies solely in that
Out of chaos
Came me.