Creativity is my oxygen: I can't live without it.
Like my soul, I must express what's inside
From the depths of the inner workings of my mind
Creativity lives...it lives in the pain
and the adversities, the darkness that remains,
But it also lives in my happiness, joy and laughter
Creating things is my happily ever after.
It's in the ever-expanding reaches of my brain
Firing up my neurons, making me feel sane
Creativity, you see, is much more than that to me
Creativity, to me, is a beautiful melody,
A beating heart, an old song, a new song
Creativity makes me feel there's a place I belong
Everything I am, everything I can be,
Everything I want, and everything I see
It's all fueled by my creativity,
And that's part of what makes me, me
The person I am; Anne Marie.
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Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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It's a moving reflection on how creativity defines who we are and helps us feel alive.