A Poem At Three in the Morning

At 3 am today

Do not deny that you are happy writing these words
Do not pretend they meant nothing but ideas
Do not conform to silence and nonchalance
To care for nothing and to be bewildered
Tell the Gods the stories they want to hear
Make words like accessories for the world
Wear it proud like a necklace
And creativity is just another miracle of God’s creations

I woke up at 3 am, in the middle of the night to write this. I have no idea where these words came from, and I write them down as fast as I could download it. I have not been writing much, lately. The same excuse is time, and the mundane chores have taken over as priorities.

I numbed myself and avoided writing for some time, because it seemed painful to write again, to write and not find the time to complete what I write, the idea seemed painful for me. I felt like a failure, a disappointment to my cause.

“Do not deny that you are happy writing these words

Do not pretend they meant nothing but ideas”

I realised that I have been avoiding writing for fear of my disappointment when, in fact, I enjoy and love it so much. I am happy whenever I write. I dismiss my ideas as…