Creativity’s Journey

From the belly of my being stirs excitement It sneaks up and rises like a wave ideas upon ideas flow like lava down a volcano, but they do not cool when they hit the air Seeds planted, they try to take root. The soil makes room for the seeds new found sense of life. Freedom whispers to me from beyond the glowing golden door. It feels heavy and I am afraid it’s weight might crush me. Breathe in and out, moving between the spaces, I reach a hand through a crack in the door. My hand dances for the rest of me, who is too afraid to move into the light.