discovering what it gives & what it takes

i am a hand

a gut

a mind

that can no longer contain

the genesis inside of me

there are days

my creativity rings dry as a bone

but when it comes

it comes hard

& will not stop until

i let go

it brings darkness

it prevails light

it tells me i am a writer, sometimes

& a constant devourer of art

it is as much of a necessity

as water or sleep

it is the sweetest lover

& sharpest blade

it is a part of me that will bring madness

if it doesn’t

or

if it ever

leaves.