Poetry

This is for the creatives.

The musicians.

The writers and poets.

The painters and artists.

For the ideas that grow in your mind. the struggle between real and imaginary.

For the passion that feeds your soul and the constant hive of activity in your head and the familiar itch of your hand for a pen.

For being misunderstood and for being seen as strange, odd or weird..

This is for you, sitting in a dark room painting pictures with your words.

This for you, playing your acoustic to a melody only you can hear.

This is for you, creating images no one can understand.

This is for you.

The creators of visual chemistry.

The designers of untold stories.

The architects of new worlds.

This is for you.

For seeing beauty in disaster and finding treasures in rubble.

For losing sleep while others are dreaming about your words and humming your tunes in their slumber.

Creatives,

We are the source of life behind someone’s smile.

We are the trigger of a memory behind someone’s tears.

We are the bond between separated lovers.

And the force that binds a mother to her child.

We are everywhere.

Creatives,

This is for you.

For the daydreams and nightmares that are the seed of your art.

For the pain you turn into beauty.

For thriving on the misery of rejection and making it your conquered mountain.

For the bravery you possess to share your truth.

This is for you.