Our creative spirits are in limbo
Some are thriving
Some are falling
I'm on the latter
Watching for snakes around every corner
My mind refuses to co-operate
My body wants to create
Although broken bones give way to excuses
I'd rather not take pity
I'd rather be strong and independent
Giving birth to something with meaning
I want to invoke reaction
I want to be rich
This heat will cease and I will be.
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