Suspended in Air
Spanish 305:
Reach for a pen and the desk
goes with. ¡Cuidado!
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Kat Sung (they/them)
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Creativity Dies Without Inspiration
I wander through the desolate landscape of my mind, lost and alone. Once full of life, a creative soul now withered and left to atone. The spark that drove me was flickering and faint. A dream within reach, fading into the unknown. But then, in my darkest hour, a glimmer of dazzling light reveals itself. A chance to revive, rekindle, and bring back my fading self. A trip, a journey, to find the muse I once knew. To pinch the embers of dying passion, the rebirth of the spirit anew. I pack my bags and embark on a journey of self-discovery. The path is winding and unknown, leading me to a new city. A city where creativity runs free and wild, in proportions well-beaten. A sanctuary for the wounded soul, for my heart and mind to be smitten. I land in an ancient hotel full of history and tales. At this hotel, the walls breathe storied mysteries and thrilling details. I unpack and let the ambiance wash over me like a tide. Gradually, my creativity started to turn and stride. I ponder the endless times I felt like giving up. When doubts and fears would take over and steal me of my write-up. But I never let them win, ever, did I let them control. I rose every time with my passion, to let it unreal, uphold. I recall the days when my channel was filled with life. When views and likes flourished, it seemed like a few upsurge strife. But then it was all taken away without warning, leaving me lost.
By Owen Belen3 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Lol, this was a good one! Hilarious Senryu!
Keep writing!