The creative flow
The dance shoes are waiting The rhythm to the beat is on pause My moves, my flow The open mic The writing to the thoughts The poems, the plays, the ideas On pause The wings were broken Taken away Discharged Locked in a cage Trying to escape But instead I was pouring Pouring onto others Pouring my energy, my heart, my all To everyone else At times I was on empty and I still had to recharge Recharge to service others To pour onto others To clap, to motivate, to educate, to inspire, to lift To help, to dedicate, to carry, to unpack the truth All of that while feeling drained Exhausted, sucked into lies Into stories being told by the antagonist But went on with the day because my heart was to give, to listen, to understand, to support, to guide That I almost forgot to listen to myself I forgot how to say no I forgot how to rest I forgot how to forgive myself I forgot how to dan...