21/1/2021
Ideas, plans, and pictures in my head
creativity imprisoned inside a body
every time I attempt to put it into words, art, and action
there's a block that stops me
It speaks in a familiar voice
the one that whispers in times of panic
a tone that reminds me of my limitation of choice
it speaks of fraudulent authenticity
and feeling-tied inspiration
my uncultivated imagination
and inability to detach
for my creativity comes in waves of sadness,
happiness, grief, or joy
it cannot be developed like a concept or a theme
that I will rip once it's ripe
It comes from pain, and rawness, from ecstasy
from euphoria.
like a dam that's overflown yet somehow contained.
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