Acrostic Poem

Allow yourself space
Creativity will begin to flow
Rarely will it be easy
Often it will be slow
Still. It will come. You'll see.
Take time, don't race
I can't out-create you. Nor you, me
Come forward, art!...at your own pace.

Please, love whatever you make
Own everything about it, even the flaws
Even if you know where it would break
Make something. Make it yours.

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A request from a friend. I don't think I've written an acrostic poem yet on this blog, so nice to make myself work in another form :)