The Creator Within
Some days I drift aimlessly looking for inspiration
to fuel those instinctive creative inclinations
be they astronomy, photography, music, writing,
or any other variety of personal or professional pursuits
that provide a sense of purpose and inner drive.
I feel the need for creativity to stay alive.
It's not as if I require a never-ending source of energy
to feed the multi-layers of self-expression.
It's just that
as a human being I need to keep on moving forward
or suffer the consequences
of regression.
One might call it an obsession
With whatever it is that makes us good inside
and requires constant care and attention
like a garden where weeds reside
because it's only a matter of time before
strangulation sets in
and all the colors in the wild flowers begin
their slow descent to fade
and before long they're rotting
in their own graves.
But that's not how we humans are made.
We mere meant for greater gains
despite our sorrows, disappointments and defeats
when we were made to find
silver linings in the darkest of ominous clouds
even when we can hardly see somehow.
We were made to find the beauty in the beast.
And the creator within
keeps on searching for that illusive
magic spark that causes us to dream
and illuminate this world of ours
from lonely hearts to mountain streams.
We were made for all of this and so much more it seems.
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