Creativity takes various forms.
Sometimes, it is just shedding a tear.
Sometimes, it is letting someone go.
Sometimes, it is speaking your mind.
But all these things have potential pitfalls.
We can go too far, too fast.
We can get reckless.
We can want to do more than we can handle.
So, what to do?
Do we tone it down a little,
So we fit in people’s little boxes?
Do we stop being creative?
Do we only seek to be constructive,
Because, as everyone knows,
You can point to a result,
And say, That’s what I did today!
What did you do?
I cried. I spoke up.
I shared my heart with someone.
I left. I came back.
I battled my feelings. I gave up.
What does it all mean?
Does there have to be a concrete result,
A number, a price, a measurable gain?
What if the result only matters to you?
Or, what if only you can see it?
Was it still worth doing?
Sometimes, I wonder,
Was it all worth it?
Was shedding my blood,
Sacrificing myself, worth it?







