Allowing Creation

Struggling to tap into my creativity.

Somewhere within me; it is there

In the depths of my beginnings it lies…waiting

I long to uncage it; let it run free

Somewhere in time; life buried it

Buried deeply; covered with layers of doubt

I can feel it there; like a child wanting to be born

It beckons to me with its promise

It begs and pleads every minute; it wants to soar

I throw open my arms; I run hoping to find the answer

Even now it overtakes my rational being; it encompasses my soul

Like a binding that I must expel

I want to rip apart the layers; dig and dig until I find it

I yearn to start my process and never stop

But how? How do I free it?

Will I forever wonder?