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.