Art is the Way

I came to you like many do.
I brought stuff that was old,
and stuff that was new.
I had no idea what to do. 
I said I was sorry
that it was so much.
You lent your ear
and even your touch.
I stepped outside broken with mistrust
I stepped outside alone in blowing dust.

I picked up a rock and I threw it hard
I refrained myself because it aint my yard
I grabbed a drink and I headed home
I felt broken and beat
and wanted to self harm;
A birdie said you shouldn't
and I said why not?
An angel whispered to me
you need a new start.
.I took that wisdom
and I created a new piece of art.