Creative Storm
The rush of creativity Bound and locked By self loathing and doubt A fight dance before every word Blurry blue battle lines Scratching,clawing Thoughts fight-gravity never doubts Ink stains, battle scars Bones of air grasp at strings Vibrations spark falls of creativity Dams erect as streams flow Mazes of acceptance Racing against borrowed time Rivulets of creativity Scurry through broken channels Search for the grey embrace Calm dries along the route Pockets of ink batedly wait Till the next rush