Creative Corner 🍄

 "Some days, creativity doesn't arrive like a lightning strike. It slips in quietly between sips of tea and the hum of the ceiling fan."

A poem for the bookshelf I keep in my mind. 

                                                       

There’s a bookshelf in my mind

stacked with stories I never wrote

half-finished poems,                                                                 

fantasy daydreams,

letters to people I’ve only met in sleep.

The top shelf holds the classics:

childhood joys bound in soft covers,

love stories with spines cracked wide open,                                                                   

pages that still smell like summer rain.

Middle shelves are a mess

journal entries scribbled in ink when I cried,

quotes underlined in books I never finished,

memories folded like bookmarks between chapters.

And the bottom shelf?

That’s where I keep the unfinished endings.

The “what ifs,” the “not yet,”

the sentences that trailed off

because I was too afraid to finish them.

Some days, I dust it.

Other days, I just sit with it.

Because every soul is part of a library,

and the most beautiful stories

are the ones still being written.