Creative Awakening

Suddenly

from somewhere

deep in my mind

my creativity awakens

and I become an artist.

The rest of the time

I am neat, tidy, organized, rule-following...

But when my creative

switch turns on,

STAND BACK.

My room becomes

a disaster zone.

My dreams are vivid.

I flit back and

forth from fiction

to reality.

I don't

want to sleep at

night. I act on

impulse. I reach out

to people

with sporadic enthusiasm.

It's nearly impossible

for me to be on time.  

I make a mess...

but a BEAUTIFUL

CREATIVE MESS

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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