Capture the Essence
Creativity frightens the socks off my relatives
Art? Why would you waste your time?
Paychecks must be involved if something is of value.
They are missing the essence of life, if you ask me.
Under no circumstances will I try to convince them otherwise.
Reality is that I refuse to acknowledge any reality except my own.
Enthusiasm oozes out of me, for my confidence cannot be compromised.
True I love them, but I am thrilled I cannot be them.
Heaven is giving me ideas so fast, I can barely paint them up.
Effortlessly I toss down six paintings, or six poem, due to passion.
Excitement abounds when I follow my heart, my essence.
So many never experience life at all, I wish I could show them how.
Smothering me was an option, but my parents did not dare.
Even now I laugh at how they tried to conquer me a bit.
Needless to say, I am living my essence in spite of the others.
Creativity terrifies them, for they believe it to be a waste of time.
Every relative I know fears me, which makes me laugh.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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