Sometimes creativity can be like shrapnel
Exploding from a bomb
Inside my brain.
Sometimes the target is hit,
But many times others close are hurt.
Like family and friends
Who give me the love and support
To be the best that art demands,
Sometimes creativity can be a tree
Drawing from the roots of heritage
To support new life
In branches strong and firm.
But mostly it is a weed
That sets its seed
In the most unusual places.
Like cracks in the rocks
Where people walk,
Or every imaginable place in a garden.
Sometimes creativity is in a child
That love creates.
Yet creativity can also be in hate
To find new ways to destroy
The lives and the best
That we can make.
But the very best creativity
is when we create love itself,
Springing from the heart,
Defying all the laws
Of science and society.
We cannot measure how much
We Sorely need
Of this, our greatest creativity.