Open the Floodgates
It’s time to create,
let the pencil hit the paper
let my thoughts fly.
I’ve kept creativity
tucked away, in a
tightly sealed box,
for far too long.
My creativity longs to dance with the winds of my thoughts.
Like lovers,
intertwined on the dance floor.
Two entities, laced with passion
transform into art.
I must keep this pencil
swirling in foreign words
as cursive letters of
nonsense fill the page.
Words beg to be chosen as they swim around my conscience.
I must write.
Release the beast,
who’s cage is broken and
two times too small.
Ideas float to shore.
Giving just a tease,
just a taste of what’s rustling beneath
the surface.
What’s down there?
It’s trying to scratch it’s way out.
Hidden tunnels
like wires underneath my skin.
It’s flooding my veins,
it’s lurking in my blood.
Oozing from my aura.
My creativity is begging
to get out.
LET ME OUT
YOU MUST CREATE
Echos in my mind.
Reigns in my soul.
I cannot ignore this urge any longer.
I cannot contain the beast anymore.
Creativity no longer dormant.
Waiting, slithering, demanding it’s way out.
THIS IS YOUR PERMISSION SLIP.
I set you free.
This is permission to open
the metaphorical floodgates
of my soul.
Pour creativity, pour in the cracks and crevices of my life
longing to be filled.
With passion, and brilliance.
Waiting to be filled with you.
Come to the sunlight,
my dear creativity.
Take a breath
of fresh air.
Your lungs desperate for oxygen.
Your hands eager to construct.
It’s time to see
what you’re capable of.
Let the warm embrace of sunlight and new experiences
guide your exploration.
Let it sink into you,
Accept it.
You are free.
I give you permission
to fly,
creativity.
