Crystals

Something keeps bringing me back
To the crystals and their refracted light,
Mesmerized, like a child,
Drawn to the energy within,
The magnetic pull tugs at my direction,
And leads me where I am,
Where I am meant to be

I Hold Back

Filled to the hilt with raw creative energy,
I hold myself together at the seams from bursting forth,
I hold back my itching palm as it beckons the pen, the brush, the paper,
I hold back so there is more for another day,
This energy needs release,
It will find it’s way out slow and easy