Creativity Poem by Sally Walker

Spontaneity within first thoughts
They fly like shots
Through the brains of others
As they attempt in obtaining the prize:
Understanding:
What is your mind.
You people are so kind…
Shy and pretty?
As well as witty!
That's what dwells outside.
Inside is a pushover who sees deep pain.
With maintained power.
That's why they call you a wallflower.
You shower to wash away the thoughts.
You write in paper ending each story with dots.
You are a mind shaper.
As others seek to taper their brain as you do.
But what you may manage turns subjects under trial insane.