It’s the edits that hurt the verse Leaving lyrics taught and terse For the rhythm to flow and surge You need, ironically, to not think about every verb Instead just let it pour out of you And come back later to sort To choose to continue or abort Not everything written is worth pursuing Hell, most of it’s not worth perusing But eventually (and with enough time) You’ll uncover something that makes you want to rhyme To explore and express, to implore to excess Maybe it’s just a single line And if it’s a single idea? Fine At least you made something worth keeping Isn’t that the creativity we’re seeking? To create something that feels worthwhile That makes you or others cry or smile Or laugh or shout, get angry about A para-social interaction Dialogue disguised as an entertaining distraction I mean, that’s what I’m trying to do If you asked me, “who are you?” I’d have to point to pieces like this And say, “read it” “I don’t know what it means” “If it makes you feel, I’ve achieved my dreams” But if you don’t, that’s perfectly alright I made it for me 07/07/[[2021]] #writing #creativity #selfacceptance