Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

By Frank Bolaji Irawo

Stories so often told

They got so old

About how you lost

Your ways to be

Creative as was

So long ago

Before you were told

Not so good at this

Might as well quit

What's the point in this

If you can't be exquisite

You never left

Never to be bereft

Of what still is

The Creative essence

Bubbling inside

Nowhere else to go

Don't believe the lie

Your essence will never die

Creation of the universe

Creative you were born

Creative till you die

Remember this

Surrender to it

Expressions of creation

Will come of it

The endless flow

Of creative consciousness

To bless the earth

With the beauty from within

Birthing the child

Imagination conceived

Created to innovate

Once the form is revealed

There are no failures

Only Discoveries

Of what the universe

Intended to share