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