Art by Laura Berry
From deep within the maze of my mind, my thoughts are provoked. If I focus hard enough its almost as if I can pin point the coordinates where lightning strikes in my brain, and ideas are formed. Traveling right and left, left and right, somehow the birth of creation already knows its route.
The power within my skull works simultaneously, especially when I try to make it stop. Thoughts trying to prevent my creation from exploding. From being served to those who benefit. My incredible abilities convicted. Sentenced to death behind the bars of evil insecurities. Locked behind bars, my genius slouched over my vocal chords. I wonder why I do this to myself.
Why do I allow the beliefs of strangers mute me? Why do I fear being heard?