I Lost My “Creative”
by Katie Lustig
I lost my “Creative”
in May last year— weak
body growing tired
with obsessive fear.
My abusive memories
had no escape.
They burrowed deep
in my brain. Little
spirochetes are
all insane—
sneaky and fierce,
completely untamed.
Spiral-shaped bacteria
drill deep into your soft
brain, like corkscrews
In play-dough—
spiraling with ease,
effortless pain.
They take control of
cognitive functions,
like focus, memory,
and motor speed
that are all necessary
to function like
a natural, healthy,
normal human being.
The creative ones,
who get sick,
run the risk of
losing their gift because
their ideas won’t stick.
But true creativity
never really dies.
It lives right behind that
place between your eyes—
the same place
where fear lies.
And when fear slips in front
of the creative mind
It’s easy to forget
yourself. We become blind.
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