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