Experiences that make the
heart ache and
tear it to smithereens
Yet it keeps on beating
& the creative flow
continues to course through
The heart of the Poet,
Though some say a bit
arrhymic
We have our own time
our sigature
Our sinews
soften and strengthen
simulataneously
We are the athletes of emotions
Bravely plunginging into the pain of the world
As it feels our own, magnetized to us
Creatives, utilize this
Cultivate it
The pain you go through
the emotional growing pain of the process
It is not a lesson, nor is it a curse
It is a gift
The Shadow you break through
The Midnight rain that pours
Has plunged you into the Sad abysmal waters
Yet you keep on swimming
Thrash at that water and tread it
I know you may want to drown
Breathe and climb up
Climb out onto the frozen tundra
Break that ice into a shape as strange as you
When you look to the stars and there are none to guide you
Look to the Moon
For it is Sunlight relfected
Angle that ice to your heart
Even if you feel it is full of coal
I promise you there is an ember glowing
Alchemize your pain into passion
and love for yourself is love for all
Even when you are surrounded by darkness
You will glow
Trust your heart will make you smile
and tenderize you
Even if you are a night person
The Sun still shines within you
Singers, keep on singing
Painters, keep on painting
Writers, keep on writing
Photographers, keep on snapping
Filmers, keep on filming
Dancers, keep on dancing
Dreamers, keep on dreaming
You are the Griots, the storytellers
Tell your story, even if
you feel your words are unheard
