I feel as though I have lost myself
My ideas power me
The absence of creativity
Hurts, and I wish I could always
Know exactly what to write about.
When I forget I have somewhere
To let out my random jumbles of words
That you all call art,
I feel as though
I've lost my touch.
But when you tell me that my words
Sound beautiful,
I feel like everyone can put a bunch of words
Together, in a poem or story,
As I do, but sometimes I
Take for granted.
No comments:
Post a Comment