RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Essence Of Innate Creativity - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Thunder clamoring for my attention, but here I sit
writing, not hearing it's insistence outside my
little space of time.
Lightening striking, it's sheer piercing light,
forcing it's way onto the paper I'm writing on, yet
it has no effect whatsoever.
Not attuned to it's essence right now, continuing
to strike incessantly, not producing any results
that it's expecting from me.
Living in the essence of an innate creativity, not
being forced into anything that I don't want to see
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