This is a poem about creativity, human emotions, and the unnecessary limitations we, as a society, place on those two pivotal aspects of humanity. This poem recognizes that is essential to allow yourself to feel your emotions in order to be at peace with your reality.
Creativity
is not just a childlike state of
idle contentment.
But rather,
the ability to grapple onto unfathomable amounts of
sadness and confusion
with a perspective of
opportunity.
A realm where
eyes listen,
mouths see, and
bodies dance in rhythm
with the mind.
The box
creativity is associated with is irrelevant.
The mind itself had created the box.
Therefore, it can eradicate it all together.
Thinking is not inside or outside, but just simply is.
Allowing ourselves to feel
the pain of unrequited love,
relish in valiant victories,
and embrace grief in times of strife.
Allowing ourselves to feel.
That is the essence of
creativity,
and of humanity.
