Dear My Creativity,
Locations
I guess this a poem
Meant to thank you
Because I would not be able to write
If it was not for you.
Yet, some nights
You allow me to sleep
But it is never peaceful when
I am dreaming vivid dreams.
A scene from a book
Just dying to be written
Or another love song about the boy
For whom I am smitten.
Sometimes I ignore you
By pushing you out of my head
Thinking I will get some rest
But I toss and turn instead.
The words are getting longer
The scene is getting clearer
The melody is getting louder
As the dawn draws nearer.
I cannot control my body
As it moves to stand
And soon I am at my desk
With a pen in my hand.
My fingers search for paper
And once they find some
I write down all the words
Until there are none.
I force myself back to bed
Vowing not to leave again
But soon you are awake
And taking over my brain.
It is crazy to see what I have written
When I rise with the sun
The words are scattered
Just like the others I have done.
I am actually surprised
At how beautifully the poem flows
Since the words came together
Just a few hours ago.
I guess it is not a bad thing
That you never let me sleep
Because I would not be the writer I am
If it were not for you, My Creativity.