Cursed

(A dual poem by Bailey Bennett)

 

Creativity never came without

costs. I never saw a painter free from

pain, or an actor who didn't dabble in

addiction, or a dancer without a

disorder.Creativity is cursed.

 

Creativity has taken my friends

named Cameron an illustrator with

compulsions, and Adam a comic with

anxiety, and Drew a writer with

depression, and everyone else I know.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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