a poem for creating scared

(because God did it, too)

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Lord,
how long will it take
for me to learn
You made me
to make

and when i don’t
i wither
like a flower refusing the sun’s rays
because even though
she needs them to live
sometimes, they burn —



the truth is,
i’m so afraid
to show up to the page
and hate the things
that i create

i’d rather not make them at all.



but then i think
that if you, God,
the author and artist
of this whole story
never made things that
broke Your heart a million different ways

then You never would have
made me
or her
or them
or anyone.



so maybe, just maybe
i can be brave

like You.

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This poem was originally published to Willowdale Women.