It's Mine
My eyes are closed
And so many thoughts
Dreams
Worries
Are swirling sporadically
And sometimes stressfully
Around my energizer bunny of a mind
But with a sharpened pencil
Some leaflets of paper
There are endless possibilities of creations
And I am free
No wrong answers
No idea too obscure
No topic off limits
I'm in control
And I get to choose
But that's only a small part
A sliver
Does it bring me happiness? Yes
Joy? Of course
And love? Absolutely
But those too are mere slivers
There's this special quality
A feeling
More blissful and beautiful than can be articulated
It's that feeling that keeps me going
That lets me know I'm not crazy for wanting this
It's that feeling that I created something,
It's there because of me,
It came from me,
And it's mine.
I suppose everyone has that one thing
That gives them this wonderful feeling
It can come in any form at all
Some sing.
Some dance.
Some run.
But I
I write.