It is mine!

The exuberance of creativity!

I own it! I say stubbornly!
I do not want to lose it.
But I cannot stop it!
Its existence is sheer energy.
It dissolves in my insides
to come back in a coalescent mist.
It wants to see the light, it deserves it.
Not because its qualities but only for being
I cling to it tenaciously, but it is too late
Here it is: My micro-tale