The world eats up kind, creative souls because it wants to be fed.
It cares not for the person feeding it, just the output it bred.
A million sadnesses, a thousand times struggle, what it takes to create is to drag yourself through rubble.
You cut yourself on glass from the shattered reflection
To run from yourself to an opposite direction
To escape persecution and genetic complaint
To dissolve in the ether
To put on war paint.
Boldly standing as the world tries to knock you down
Twisting it back to create something you own.
The world eats up kind, creative souls
Devouring it’s tail as genius falls.
RIP Robin Williams.
– by Salwa Azar 2014