Creativity Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

Creativity….
Does it have a thorn within?
As it pierce only one free soul…
It comes with twins faces….
The beginners have it….
The experts ignore it….

Creativity…
Never stays in a common place..
Only belongs to a unique self…
Who dare enough to call it within…
And suffer the soul, tearing the body…
But it brings peace to the mind….

Creativity…..
Is a never ending walk into the depth of the forest doubt…
Every sheep will only laugh, for them it is just another forest…
Little did the sheep know, inside the horrifying forest…
Lay beautiful scenery….

Creativity….
Is destruction to the ordinary world…
Never satisfied the common sheep..
Lay in the valley of fear…
Is the mountain of bravery to think the opposite…

Creativity…
Will always hidden in a depth of the sea..
Sea of a wild thought, sea of mystery…
Is not a safe place for the sheep to cross….
No sheep can reveal it….
If they still follow the shepherd guide….

Creativity…
Is to doubt any empirical law…
Question the formula, even two times two is equal four…
As from a very idiotic question, born an extraordinary discovery…

Creativity….
Will only be the guest of your inner self…
As it comes and go at it will…
It never knocks the door of your conscious mind…
It is an open place for everyone to visit….
For as long as, they travel into their self…

Be Creative…
It is the only way to discover yourself…
A path to wonder, a secure place…
As no other sheep could follow….
As it is the only traces you left in this universe…
All stars might die, but your light will shine!