I chase creativity
Stuck
In wide eyed wonder
Sometimes
Helplessness descends
I cannot shake
The feeling
Like I’m looking in
Lives moving forward around me
This sensation like I am standing still
Continues to astound me
I explore creativity
Everyday
A riot of colour mesmerise me
Rich soil calls me to dig in
Jumbling words threaten to confuse
The words of a veteran’s memoir lure me
His pain wakens mine
Our paths will never cross
Even though we once maybe tread the same trails
A love for words
Perhaps our common grail
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, currently reading the André Brink’s Memoir. 2012-04-09.
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