Creative

So many things in the world appear

Incomprehensible to me, I fear

The many unknowns that surround me

Nebulous problems whose solutions I cannot see

To keep my sanity, to try to bring some measure

Of order in my world, to bring amid chaos, pleasure

I flex my creative muscle, albeit weak

Some form of creative expression I then seek

Be it writing, art, creating a dish new

Or adorning myself- I try to do

Something that breaks the monotony

Of a fixed routine, makes me think differently

I give my limited imagination free rein

To harness creativity, slowly I regain

My outlook positive- I know this for certain

Endorphins thus released drive away my pain…

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My creative muscle gets stronger with use

And quickly develops atrophy from disuse

Thus I try to carve out time to germinate

An idea new-and find my happy state..