There is a trick you should know
an alchemy older than the gnarled hucksters
who tried to spin metal to gold
this is real magic
like rain to snow
a moment when everything shifts
you are inside the hull of sadness
or the hot kick of rage
and suddenly
you realize you have never been so ripe
for your art
you write from the belly of the feeling
a writhing snake of words
you put a camera up to your eyes
those potholes of mud and tears
you paint fast and angry
your fingers clawing at life
wanting something back
the vice
unfurls
the thickness of emotion
in front of you now
ready to be witnessed
cherished
this is the power
of creativity
an avalanche that ends in joy
soon you will look at your work like the others do
awe at the turmoil
wondering if it was really you
who swam in that sea.