The Fall of Creation

When creativity fails you

And you cannot create the life you had hoped to live

You cannot mold it with your hands

Weld it with your tools

Write it with your words

Or sing it in your song

You cannot break through the mirror

Where the life you have created

Where you have always lived is waiting

The limits of the world pressing against you

Telling you you cannot live

Until you begin to believe that your life

Is what you see reflected

And you forget what it feels like to create

Your clay breaks

Your tools dull

Your paper rots

And your song cannot be remembered

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