Create

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Sometimes I think I have lost the ability to create.

There is a lot inside of me that needs a release

Sticky feelings that shouldn’t exist at all

Thoughts I have thought, a little too much

Imageries and sensations that have no place in me

Concerns and worries about which I can do nothing about

And then there’s the multitude of questions

That plague my ever curious mind.

I feel like a full moon that is waning-

A sliver of sanity remains within me.

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Sometimes I think I have lost the ability to create.

My words in conversations feel repeated and defeated

Activities seem like a burden- there is no originality.

Is there even a thing called originality?

Or is everything a repeat- a cycle

One in which we were born too late.

Maybe then, there is no creation

Only renditions

And my life can be a permutation combination of the many lives past.

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All concerns aside-

This prose above is an original.

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~insight07

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