a brush with death
you hide your beauty behind
your deepest thoughts
deceived into believing
there is nothing left to share
generations of ingenuity
push your instincts
and test your resolve
to fashion the unthinkable
end result is earth shattering
and unbreakable
as you reveal one final time
your undying creativity
april two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Lovely!
Thank you, Jan 😀
I want “undying creativity” for myself 🙂 I really like this poem!
Yes, I believe we all do, Miwako. Thank you so much!
a fabulous illusion of words I felt like I was watching a magician reading this poem the ending being pure magic :)) beeutiful bx
Thank you very much, Beez!
Hauntingly beautiful!
Thank you (again).