Art Consumed the Night
A poem
Aug 12, 2021
College days recalled- the art of
not sleeping due to having a big
project due the next day.
Remembered after 7 years.
The only ones I enjoyed-
finishing a project for poetry.
It started with working on packing
for the upcoming move, due to
be out by the 28th of the month.
I found a box of crafts at the new place-
stamp pads, pens, glue, and paper
that captured me for hours.
The perfect means of relaxation.
Something needed to be released-
my heart feeling fulfilled.
It needs that creative energy
to strive, to lose track of time
in doing something I love.
In seeing my work out there in the world.
