Overtaken

Unable to channel the inspiration
It swirls around in a storm
Maddening in its strength
No direction to be found
What to do with all of this
So much room for opportunity
If inspiration cannot be funneled
It will be stale
Dead
Allowing the divine to speak through me
The touch of light and shadow
Shaping my life
Guiding my path
My dreams made real
Inspiration is the touch of the Divine
Demanding expression and life
Living the beauty that throbs within
How hard to birth that light
The struggle and glorious power
Inspiration is born
The form unknown
The strength near to pain
Oh how will it take form
How will I live my dream
Pulling and drawing the beauty
From within to without
Drawing on the cloak of light and possibility