Self-doubt

 
Creativity is like a clock
That keeps ticking, secretly.

The moment you pause
To look at it
Is to savor it.

When it finds you not working
It must speak to you
In inner monologues
Of your heart.

So, it keeps you on guard.
Let the doubts fly
And your words settle down.
Like the wings
That envelops for warmth.

Experimentation is the science of expression
Self-doubt cuts your wings

You were made to scoop the sky
And taste the cream of the Milky Way,
Creative imagination is the star of the same sky.
It was a wanderer before.