Creator

 

I am the creator

With my crayon

I draw and it be

Them lines blur out bleak

I forget how brave I can be

I forget the power that’s surreal

I create, I destruct

Foolish of me to not get struck

With the love I offer

With the love I hold

With the pot a little empty

With the pot lacking identity

I break, I mend

I hate it when I blend

I choose, I caress 

Why then I suppress?

Hold onto me

I whisper to myself

Create, until the crayon becomes self