A Question Unanswered.
Enjoy a poem I found in my drafts earlier today. I've been in a creative drought lately, and that's ok. I think you sometimes find purpose and lessons in things your past self will say. It's all about accepting the fact that creativity comes in waves.
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If born into this world, what am I to be?
Quite honestly I'm not sure,
Lately, It's been obscure to me.
And at a loss for answers,
I see past the fantasies,
I see only I,
can make this discovery.
A question rests unanswered,
so on paper, I speak.
Writing in a dimension,
where time unwinds for weeks.
Guided by luminescent streams,
That show auras of liminal peaks.
I fall through fractals,
through memories never before seen.
Words illustrate my thoughts,
through the in-betweens.
Spirals of stardust,
wake up dormant dreams.
Shot through me from space,
face to face with my esteem.
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