Cluttered and cramped
A mess with no sense
A feeling with no escape
A mind so unfit
For fun, of any kind
With no direction whatsoever
That’s the way I thought
Of myself many times
A million shades circling in and out
Creating exceptional hues
Experiences varied and myriad
Forming a passage so rare
Only one form of me
Encompassing all that is diverse and varied
That’s what I failed to recognize
Stories packed in
When told with no apprehensions
Crowded mind transformed into a resource
A collection of creativity untapped
A boundless joy I stepped in
Now that’s a picture
To hold on forever.
Written for Day 2 of Write Tribe Festival Of Words June 2018 inspired by the above photo prompt.
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