So Write

Look over there.
No, not there.
There.
It’s rude to stare.
So don’t.
But you do. 
You can't help but look at them. 

You see them?
I know you do. 
The green is rising in your eyes.
The air exhaling from your lungs.
Another death blow.
Creativity kills at times.
It erodes the creative spirit. 
Until you're emotionally sanded down.
Down.
Down.

They have gone ahead and beat you to it. 
It’s not a competition, but…
It is, isn't it?
Just when you think, 'I have it!'
It eludes you.
Because someone else got there first.

Write about what you know, they say.
Who are they anyway?
What gave them the right to have a say?
When did they get in your head?
Go away! Intrusive thoughts.
So unhelpful.

Put it to bed.
Try something new.
Someone said that, too.
But that someone was you. 

What do you even want?
What they have? 
A name? Acclaim? Fame?
They are good at what they do.
Let's give them that.
That's ok, you know.
It doesn't mean you're not
Creative.

When you think, aha! I have it!
Pen meets paper. 
Finally!

Yet,
It’s lost. 
Gone.
Hold on.

Pick yourself up. 
Don’t look over there.
Look right here.
Keep at it, dear.
It doesn’t matter that you’re not like the rest.
That's the best bit. 
You are you.
You keep on keeping on.
Do your best.

Just another letter on a screen. 
But they put the alphabet together,
Better. 
It seems.

But wait.

Suddenly!

Your words come thick and fast,
Pouring out into this space.
Did you know they get read?
Your words get read.
Stuck in someone’s head.

So don’t be like the rest.
Be like you. 
It’s not even about them.
This is the truth. 

Got it yet?

It’s not even about you.

Craft it into something where someone somewhere says
Wow. 
She saw into my soul and made it brighter.
Not with a following, a bestseller, or winning smile.
But because of something better.
She said what only she could say.
In the only way she could say it. 

And it's
Original.
Beautiful.
Unique.

So write.