The Need: Chapter 1

The Creation Need

Here it comes.
Building,
Burning,
Tearing me up inside.

It needs to get out,
It must be released,
I cannot control it any longer.

It flows from my fingers onto the page,
It pours from my mouth into the air.
It shapes itself slowly.
Painfully.

It’s completed.
The Pride.
The Joy.
The Fear.

Is it good enough?
Do you like it?
Tell me the truth.
I beg of you.

This piece of me I’ve shown you.
Is it worthy?

Am I worthy?