We are Creators

I am deeply wounded. I harbor an immense weight of pain - of disdain. Gouged to a point just inching towards death of all emotional sensation. 
Yet, every cell screams life. Yet, love is in abundance.
Contradiction to an extreme. Opposition to the definition. 
Past experience hangs like a ghost. 
Present experience forms a line pointing forward. 
Future experience is unknown, but easily created - readily imagined. 
I am the creator. 
I am the imagination.
We hold the knowledge, the power.
The question to consider: will you acknowledge and constructively utilize this power?

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I also agree so much that we are the creators, even if our past was lived haphazardly, it is always in our hands to make our future.