The Creative Process

Blessing or curse,
how does one know?
I'm asked how I think of
...these poems
...these carvings
...these stories
...these characters?

But those in awe live normal lives
and sleep with lovers at night like spoons.
While deep in the still of the same black night
I weep and rage and howl at the moon.

So, be careful what you wish
my non-creative friend.
For heaping handfuls of despair, pain and sorrow
are mixed in the alchemy of creativity.