Flawed Creation

I remember playing in a sandbox,

a little girl of six years,

six years that started many creations

and many abandonments.



When you're six,

creation comes naturally,

not naturally dictated by others

as much as dictated by something inside you,

something that gives clear choices:

good and bad,

pretty and ugly,

wrong or right;

choices once perfected,

creating something else.



Where do our creations go,

those not nurtured,

and how in essence do they affect further creations,

those adopted by others,

nurturing rather than creating?



The dichotomy of creating and nurturing rocks on a fulcrum,

a fulcrum asking which load am I?