What Else are We to Do?
There is a weight that sits on my heart,
an imperative that demands to be heard.
Create,
it says with its crushing insistence.
Create, and I will relent.
Create, or die.
So,
I write,
and the pressure lessons.
I sing,
and the load lightens.
I share,
and it’s as though I have wings.
Yes, now you see.
Create and live.
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Beautiful to the last line! Thank you for sharing this creation with us! 💜