Thinking…thinking….thinking….

No room for the heart to heal.

The cast iron vault concealing deep and splintering wounds too fragile to expose.

Can the world handle the explosion?

Is it ready for the imprisoned love and joy to be released?

Will critical thoughts, past hurts, and fear prevent the unleashing?

Oh, to find creativity again…

For creativity to find me.

Touching once more vitality,

vibrancy,

and free expression.

All that is left to do is to

Feel…feel…feel…