Creating creativity,

my hands are numb

with doubt,

of the possibilities

that I could have run out,

evergreen greenery

emerald jewellery,

Jealousy of fantasy

of the future

 that could have been.

People breathing energy

through works that 

they were supposed to

see,

I wish I could see

you and me,

I could see the potential

inside of me.

Doubt is a cruel word

mind is a stronger 

physical being,

psychologically tricking me

of the creating

hands that stopped 

to weave,

magical form

of mystery

curiosity didn’t stop

the man weep,

curiously making history

let it be known today

I will believe in my 

 creativity.

Sanjita
22:16 pm
Japan