Creativity

I am the most misunderstood of all.

You may look me dead in the eye a thousand times

and somehow never seeing me.

As you hover around seeking with such desperation,

I shrink away,

knowing the motives of your desire are not true.

My many layers of complexity confuse

and you go about finding me in all the wrong ways.

You can’t mold or change me.

But really if you were honest, you would not want to.

My antics slip through your fingers.

There are glimmers of connection followed by mountains of disconnect.

Great pain has the possibility to bring us together,

while equally likely to destroy us both.

It’s all in how the cards are played.

But each time, it is the same.

As if the reflection made no sense.

Don’t pull me away from you

but I really can’t have you near either.

Where should I go to find you?

I’ll fade into the shadows again.

Find me when you embody your higher truth.

You may not possess me

but instead be granted access upon merit.

You are worthy but you must know it first.

Don’t shuffle your feet in here, hoping to take my energy.

You must be true in yourself.

This is the only separation between you and I.

You must face that which haunts you from within

to free the part of you that has always been me.

There is only this one path.

Take it or leave it 

For you know what is at stake.