My gut churns
with longing
Embers deep in my soul
barely glow
Breezes of thought
stir the coals
But not enough to fan
the fires of creativity
A word, a thought, a sight
a spark glimmers
Emotions jumble
clamber to be free
My soul falls on paper
in words, in color
Sometimes painstakingly slow
other times a rushing flood
A poem or painting
an intense brilliance of joy
Cries to be seen, shared
its light … my light …
casting a balance
with the shadows of life
Not just for me
but for all
Initial burst over
my mind quiets
Flames recede
to smoldering embers
while my soul
rests in joy and emptiness
until the next flare up
the next creative flash
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