How my creativity was thwarted

Creative recovery is a journey that takes years

I never knew how much my art was policed

Till I tried to be an artist

And I met my shadows

For what felt like the first time

And suddenly I felt the panic

The suffocation

The blocks

I never knew

Till

The first time I tried to stand

on my own two feet

And I got the glimpse

Of how I’d been contained

whipped into shape

Like a donkey or an ass

And now when you don’t shut …