The pull to Create, put me in this State -
Or didn't it? Poetry
The pull to create
did it put me in this state?
Where has it gotten me?
From those places I flee?
What’s deep inside
I still hide
It is all right here
yet I cower in fear
I look at my life
Is this imaginary strife?
My business, no longer at the top
this creating has to stop
This doesn’t sustain
once again, this same refrain
My real life is within reach
you would think by now it would teach
Am I missing what’s right there?
Being creative isn’t fair.
My wife asked me once "Why do you post your stories for these people to read?" I told her substack lets me create my stories and, sometimes, other people find a little humor and a little comfort in what I create, and I do the same with the articles they create. It's a win, win.
Yes it did! The creative urge created EVERYTHING.