Creativity
Used to be so afraid of losing my mind
all because of my
relation
with my rather crazy mother
used to live in fear
whenever anyone
mentioned
mental health
an anathama
to the spontaneity of my dancing heart and mind
as eppervescent shadows
mingled with
creative sparkes
and egnited my imagination and translated itself into
increased energies and ideas
I sometimes feel that I have been dormant for so long
as fear choked off my creativity like the morning glory chokes everything
that grows around it
well no longer
it's as if someone has opened a window and finally let the fresh air it
and now I can sense the temperature
smell the scents of all the wild things that grow
I feel like I have been released
from a kind of prison where
only emptiness I would
live to know.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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