Loyal To Creativity Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who is it that lives to know,
In which direction to go.
With this unknown.
Until something of interest,
Begins to overwhelm.
And often shown to make known to others.
Leaving that something of interest,
Done repeatedly.
To do as naturally as breathing.
Perceived that way to those believing it
However...
Bittersweet it is,
When one discovers...
What is done to do is loved,
It becomes no different than any relationship.
There are days that love is hated.
Unappreciated for what it is.
And there are those days that come,
Eating doesn't happen.
Thoughts of what is loved,
Nothing on Earth can replace.
Leaving one to experience many sleepless nights.
If what's to be loved,
Is not found where it is expected to be...
When wanted to get one's needs met instantly.
Nothing else pleases to satisfy.
To comfort and ease that which others assume,
Comes easy to do to suffer through.
Especially if that devotion,
Happens to remain loyal to creativity.
This kind of relationship can be heartbreaking at times.