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 mold, to give life,

A world of wonder, a realm of dreams, where art and magic thrive.

This curse of creativity, is a sure blessing in disguise,

A never-ending quest, a journey through the highs and lows of these dark skies,

But still, I heed the call, the siren's song that beckons me,

To innovate, and to push the boundaries of endless possibilities.

To be wild and free.

Throughout my creative journey, I found kinship with the divine,

A bond that ties me to the universe, a thread that's woven fine,

This journey binds all creators, and dreamers, all the same,

United in our quest for meaning and purpose, all to the creative flame.

I wish i could breath a whisper in the ears of those who'd hear,

To summon all "gods" who'd dare to dream and bring forth something new and dear,

For in the act of creation, we find our true design,

A reflection of the divine, a spark that shines so fine.

That's the Creative Curse.

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