• In creation we lose the need for gods,
    See our strength cross the threshold
    Find satisfaction in innumerable ways
    All by leaving our souls dangerously open

    Pen, body, or brush
    Set on appropriate canvas,
    Brings forth feelings of
    Appreciation, acceptance

    Rejection is a side effect
    A poison that
    Leaves the senses empty
    Afraid of the second dose

    Unable to reform, try again,
    How do we recover?
    Creation is the reason we are destroyed
    It is the recovery

    For creation
    Is the bodies only cure
    For the wounds dealt
    To the soul