We Are Not Our Failures

How Come

How Come

How come

Our creativity blossoms

In our darkest hours

How come

I have no original ideas

If I'm not close to tears

How come

Expression flows out

When I want to curl up and suppress it all

How come

We are plagued by thoughts

When we are hollow

When we can't see

Out blurry eyes

We can draw

And write masterpieces

But these works can't be kept

They must be taken down

Because even the slightest reminder of them

Can send us back there again

And even though

Creativity flows like honey

Believe me,

That's not enough reason to want to go back there

--Al