The Creative Curse
I wish I could silence the echoing voices in my head, Those whispers of wonder, a symphony of ideas unsaid, A world in need of rebirth, and I'm the midwife of dreams, A conduit for the divine, where creativity beams. Our sole purpose is to bring fourth true empathy, to nurture new ways of ideas and thought, To weave a tapestry of hope, where love and kindness are brought, Elemental to this domain, I feel the weight of this thread, A loom of imagination, where the fabric of my reality is spread. As a young boy, I often wondered, "Whats my purpose?" "What lies beyond this door?" Cascading dreams, a labyrinth of possibilities, and I'm still searching for more, The creative curse within me stirs, a restless heartbeat that won't cease, A calling to create, to manifest, to bring forth and serve ease. In the depths of my soul, a flame flickers bright, A spark from the Divine, that spark that fuels my night, I'm driven by the urge to craft, to shape and mol...