Plagued with a multitude of questions
My brain travels speedily on overdrive
Going over this creative process
With a fine tooth comb
Making final decisions
Umpteen times
Nothing is ever final
Beauty of creativity
Being conscious of your sensitivity
Two to twenty five
Once I pull away
Entranced by it on another day
My creative juices will flow
Effortlessly make my words glow
In ways I was oblivious
Just nights before
Questions: so many
Peering at every detail
Intensely with precision
It's like making a complex incision
In my brain
Allowing all thoughts to tumble
Written on plain
Paper for a clear view
Answers: there are many
Creating continually
Frequently & regularly
Lucky me
~Divine