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



Credits
Writer(s): Eli Conley
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