Drained.

I’ve always held my creative side dear to me. 

Cherishing every spur of creativity, 

However I still took this feeling for granted. 

When the stress of the word planted–

Exhaustion into my bones,

I, then, began to understand–

how freeing my creativity was. 

My days feel like a constant never ending cycle:

School, homework, chores, work,

Repeat. 

Some days it feels as if I am trapped, 

Too tired most days to think outside of the box. 

I’ve come to realize this is just part of growing up.

Trying to adapt to the forever changing events in my life, 

While managing my writing and photography, 

Is only one of the many things I must learn. 

Even if the world feels too stern.