Creative Outburst

She wants to create,

To leave ink and paint

Indelibly upon the world.

There’s a restless need,

A deep-seated longing,

To leave a part of herself

Behind when she is

No more than a memory.

Yet often, she is faced

With a mental block

Of insurmountable size,

Staying her creative hands.

It takes weeks and months

Of her silenced inner voice

To rise up within her

Before pen or brush

Move once more

Upon paper or canvas.

There’s a sudden release,

as though a dam has broken,

And the silence is cast away

Once more.

The words flow,

Pictures take shape,

And her soul is spilled out

In a mixture of ink and paint

Saturated in raw emotion,

Left to dry in sunlit hope.

Once she is drained

Of all the emotion that

Has fueled her visual outcry,

She sags in relief,

Aware that nothing more

Will come forth

Until the next outburst

That will leave behind

Stories and paintings

In its wake.