In my head

The screaming starts.
The screaming of my thoughts
crying to get out.

In my room
I sit, holding back the hundreds of ideas and thoughts in my head.
The fear of failing and ideas getting jumbled up
Overpowers me
But I push through knowing,

I have to try.

I think of what intrigues me,
What makes my mind ponder.
I get trapped in a black hole
encased in a paradox.

The incentive of
Solving a problem.
I grab my laptop,
And start writing.
Trying to figure out

the order,

The pattern,

The purpose.

And then
It appears.

There

The poem lies.

Its complete.