Poem: Don’t Let Them Steal Your Creativity

Don’t let them box your lightning soul,
Or chain the winds that make you whole.
Their doubt is dust — don’t let it cling,
You were born to dance, to dream, to sing.

They’ll try to dim your burning fire,
With rules and rows and worn-out wires.
But you are chaos laced with grace,
A universe in human face.

They’ll say your colors are too loud,
That heads should bow, not stand unbowed.
But your wild hues — they birth the dawn,
From ink and ash, new worlds are drawn.

So scribble stars across the night,
And paint your pain in shades of light.
Don’t trade your spark for their applause,
Your gift is yours — create because.

Because you must. Because it’s breath.
Because it’s life defying death.
So let them scoff, and let them stare —
You’re magic. And they’re just unaware.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty