It is my master; it eats me and knaws at my sanity
It is my servant; it serves me if I want it to fuel me
It is my muse; it gives me something to write about
It is my passion; it makes me feel wise and alive

I know I exist because I know it died
I know it died because I knew it when it was alive
I knew it when it was alive because I held it close
And because I held it so close, it died when I let it go…

4 thoughts on “Demise of Creativity

    1. Sorry for barging in the middle … but I feel the same … πŸ˜€

      The last line though … it hits hard … WOW …!!! Keep writing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s