by Cheryl Merrick
Accepting both my doom and my duty,
I plodded through my day
doing what is expected of me.
Diligently trying to meet
others mundane needs and wants,
I unwisely accepted the judgement
that while their gifts are useful
mine are merely frivolous.
This is how, conceding to the expected,
my sparkling creative light
was carefully hidden and nearly forgotten
under a smothering, dark basket.
I wrote this in December of 2019, but never posted it. Since then, I have continued to largely suppress my creative talents allowing endless details to consume my time and energies, so I posted this now to remind me to change my ways.
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