When it starts, begins,
We can be lost in spaces
Neglect our talent
Because we do not believe
We have power to succeed.
Often told a lack
Is what we may call our own
Creativity
Shown not a ship, but a stone
Weighing down until we drown.
Somewhere in our hearts
Strong compulsion to more become
Feeds the hungry soul
Making us practice, pursue,
Overcome all limitations.
Every creative
Knows work is a trial, battle,
Entropy attempts
To end creation without we
Express imagination.
To write words, draw lines,
Take the shot, play or sing songs,
Speak the line clear, loud,
Embrace creativity
Designates us, reality.
© Jo Ann Joyce Anita Jordan
Haphazard Creative 