Creation

by: Maya Wilson

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I forget what it's like to write.
Even now, this pen and this paper
Seem unfamiliar to me.
My hands no longer recognize
The previous ease with which I'd jot down my thoughts.
I have been distracted.
I'm sorry.
Many months have passed since I last created.
I feel nothing now.
Even now, as I sit in this room full of strangers,
A mind once racing with ideas lies
Still
And
Colorless.
Forgive me, but I am weary and no longer remember
What it feels to create.
Lord have mercy, I am aching, I am craving,
Send me some sort of sign!
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, God!
Teach me how you did it?
How did it feel when the sun shed its first rays?
How did you know when to make the next day?
Help me, Lord—I'm drowning!
I've forgotten how to create.