Creativity.

It feels wonderful , I am in my groove;

things are finally falling into place.

The miracle in acceptance, the fact that I can –

comes  as a relief .

The struggle  had to stop anyhow ,

relinquishment of the outcome , but gradual .

The effort has stepped up ,propelling me forwards ,

 stoking the embers burning deep within;

And I burn –cold and bright

thoughts torching the turbines in my turreted mind,

creating cinders of the superfluous ,

plying singed words on wings ,flying to my side ,

harvesting the bounty of fertile solitude,

choosing to blaze the grounds of plain paper

by the strength of a single spark , hidden within

a writer’s labyrinth , creativity under leash; now cut free ,

 gratefully alive, fresh paths to tread .