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In the crowded spaces,

and loud memories,

once it is silent

where will I seek refuge?

Where is the lamb?

I think I am weary.

Creativity is hard. In the face of challenges such as: having fun, death of a loved one, or even just a bad moment in the day that dampers your mood. My creative ability, while it is one that can stretch and grow based on discipline, it grows more difficult to be creative while facing events in life that demand me to be present. These events pull me away from creative endeavors because every event that demands presence, demands me to face myself. This is an unsettling reality of working through hard emotions. This past summer, writing was the main creative medium I chose to work through, expressing my own thoughts in order to understand why I believe what I believe on a deeper level. The knowledge of writing being a key to understanding more of myself scared me away from the endeavor when three loved ones passed away suddenly this past summer.

But I need to be creative. It feels like I attempted to make a beaver dam in front of a powerful waterfall, waiting for the water to break through the barricade I had put there. So here is to writing, even when it is hard.