The Prismatic Self
“The Prismatic Self"
As I lay in my bed trying to figure out what to write
My mind goes blank and my creativity is way out of sight
The need to write the perfect poem and rhyme
Keeps me from getting anything done, until I have run out of time
“Why can’t I just write like I would any other day?”
Because the thought of the contest continues to lead me astray
My mind can’t stay focused on the task at hand
So I start to do other things that were not planned
Eventually I start to get into the mood
Then I get hungry, so I get up to eat some food
The reason I go through this process each time I write
Is because It feels really good when a spark of creativity takes flight
I always finish what I started, even if it takes a while
The stress and inner turmoil is worth it, if I can make someone smile
So if you were to ask me why I write and embrace the stress
I would have to say it’s because of the people I may impress
So now as I lay in my bed trying to figure out what to write
The mirror in my mind stays at ease knowing that the end is in sight
I may repeat the horrific steps all over again
But my creativity is a stage and I hold the pen.
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