The creative zit…
Tingling beneath the surface
You felt this all before.
Denying its existence or purpose
You leave alone, else it becomes sore.
And yet it grows.
Continuing your skin regime
You attempt with all your might to banish
Leaving your life simple and clean
You hold hope that it will vanish.
And now it shows.
Appearing as a small speck,
Unnoticeable to some
Resembling a scratch or speck
The worst is yet to come.
Like it knows.
You know you need ointment
A release if you will
Time, an appointment
For your zit to fill
A chance to let it blow!
You’ve waited so long
Your moments finally here
The inflammation so strong
A chance to make it clear
And then nothing flows!
You squeeze out words
Causing redness and pain
Unable to move onwards
Frustratingly in vain
Impervious to your woes!
So you sit and stare
At this annoying little zit
Wishing it wasn’t there
This creative bloody tit
Yet it doesn’t slow!
It continues to be in your mind
Now affecting all you do
And this is where you find
The person that is you
The swelling goes!
You cannot squeeze
Push, rush for it to come out
Or gently slowly tease
Or kick and scream or shout
It’s you it chose!
You realise there’s a time and place
For creativity to birth
Regardless how long on your face
Oblivious to your need for worth
With pride, it glows!
You see how this is an art
Not a blemish on your skin
Coming from the heart
Not separate but within
Like a big red Pusey rose!
So you begin to love the process
The edgy energy that’s raw
Knowing that any “success”
Should be that of awe
Now coming to a close…
Smile and wrinkle you face
Knowing what within you see
is a poem, song, art… a place
That calls itself “me”
“Hurrah” it bellows.
Do you have creative acne?
