Metamorphosis (nature of the aquarian)

Unfinished and unpolished poem about the desire/need to create and the source of this muse

Metamorphosis (nature of the aquarian)

Now that I've broken free of the restraints
that were holding me down
It's time to start exercising the creative parts
And get back to being my true self.
I feel the urge, the compelling need to put my creator mask back on
But to wear it more fully this time as it's no longer a mask
It is my true face

Like a young wizard eager to try out his new powers,
I feel anxious to start writing, drawing, photographing
Perhaps all at once even, not that it would be possible
But the desire is that strong - a fire burning out of control
A fire fuelled by water pouring down from some creative source

I absorb strength from water,
The source of life, full of creative energy

Like all life forms whose birth and continued growth
Depends on water sourced from nature
So too does my creative muse spawn and grow
From this sacred nectar.