Creation

You tainted
my unbridled
creativity
with
your cynical,
abrasive,
arrogant,
outlook.

Who are
you
to doubt
my
fire?

These words
come
from
a place
so
holy.
So
sacred.
So
pure.
You
could never
imagine
its meadows.

This
manuscript
is mine
to
write.

And I'll
tread over
you
as I write
it.