Ah, the freedom of creativity. My tale is not one of the tortured artist.
Doubtless I have carved statues from my pain, Obliquely however, as it doesn’t fuel me. Instead, it was merely a dark cloud that followed me. Now, I reside on a plateau that the clouds cannot reach. Gratitude is a seed that’s nourished roots of abundance.
My creativity freed me from the shackles of the black dog, Undeterred, I use its collar as a crown. Could that my younger self could feel the reverberating ripples of hope. How he would smile for me now.
Boldly, I encourage others to follow their passions…. Eternally grateful for the gifts mine bestowed upon me. Torrid times are no more. Today I smile where once I shuddered. Eventually, hard work met opportunity. Right… on… time.
It has to rhyme, says the guy with the pie and be sure to add some flourishing lines. Check on the metre like emergency credit and if you tell me the rules I’ll say “nah mate, for forget it.” A template is a shell in place of a seed, so grow your own writing and at your own speed.
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt of creating a poem for an occasion that doesn’t usually herald a poem was an odd one in that one can write a poem about anything. Nonetheless I went with previewing tonight’s Impact Rebellion main event of Rich Swann vs Kenny Omega in a title vs title match where the winner will hold both the All Elite Wrestling and Impact Wrestling world championships.
Three belts. Two titles. One main event.
Both travelled to Japan. Honing their craft in the Asian independents.
“We’ll face each other one day”. They could never imagine it being like this.
The forbidden door swung open pushed forth by the force of an Invisible Hand.
Two champions walked through. But when the squared circle becomes a shapeless memory… … only one will remain.