Creation

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I was born to create
To make
To bring life
To be life

I was made to be something great
To be someone
To show the world wonders
To fill it with beauty

But my body
My body can't keep up

My body can't handle its own purpose
Creation attempts to escape me
To escape my weakened limbs
Lost to parts that can't control themselves

Defective parts

Hands
Eyes
Brain
Heart

The core needs to create
All needed
But all unable

Hands to mold
Eyes to see
Brain to discover
Heart to love

Instead

Hands tremble and shake
Eyes shake and blur
Brain slows and blanks
Heart flutters and falters

Creation stands just beyond my reach

But even with the defective bits
I reach
I reach for creation
I reach to make beauty

Shaking hands stretch out
Gripping the pen desperately
Typing until joints lock and fingers bleed

Eyes dance across papers and screens
Locked onto the work
Boring into the light surrounding until they cloud

Brain sparks to life
Filled with hopes and dreams
Fantasizing until the fog takes over

Heart beats with passion
Swelling with love for creation
Fluttering and stalling until it stops

I must create
I will create

Uneven lines
Blurry words
Messy concepts

It's in my bones
In my blood

I was born to be consumed by my creations
To let them become me
To become one

Creator and Creation
Consuming each other
Just as they were meant to be 

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