Creative Energy

a poem

It runs warm through my veins

And shines a spot in my heart untouched by all the other whims of life

There is an urgency to create yet a timelessness when an idea strikes

The moment of resistance brings an idea to a crashing halt

Perhaps later, not now

And so, many ideas sit on a shelf in my mind and coursing through my veins 

Waiting to be picked up and dusted off

Waiting for that moment of magic to strike again and bring it back to life