Creative (Reverse Poem)

Creative.

That I am not.

I will never say

“I believe in myself.”

I try to tell my narrow mind,

every time I open a document,

the blankness and the blinking cursor.

are just taunts.

Soon, it’ll be creativity and wonder that

escapes me constantly.

“Can’t you do better?”

The fact that I hear

“Creativity is no more.”

Day after day.

It makes me furious.

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