The most creative of things are often produced when you least expect; even when you’re not trying to be creative, ideas can come at any moment, anywhere, anytime. For me, it’s usually when I should be sleeping, or when I’m on the toilet…but whatever way you look at it you can’t ignore an idea. Writing a poem, or a blog, or a story, is for a “writer” what I imagine penning a song is like for a “musician” – you can’t prevent it and you can’t help it; when it happens it happens.
Here’s what came to me last night when I should’ve already been fast asleep, counting sheep, or whatever it is we do in our dreams. No wonder my mornings are a constant, coffee-fuelled struggle; I should’ve been born nocturnal.
Enjoy:
When the rain pours hard in the face of your dreams, all hope washed away and ripped at the seams.
When the waves crash above, pulling you down, misfortunate lovers watching you drown.
When the glimmer of happiness disappears up ahead, the life you are chasing apparently dead.
When lights that once shone, fade in the dark, when you feel like succumbing, nothing left, no spark;
Look up from the pit, it’s only a test, it’s time to regroup, to think and to rest.
Visions can change through no fault of your own, just do what you can, you are never alone.
Nothing is lost for that one blip in time, keep moving, keep building; you’re doing just fine.
When the rain pours hard in the face of your dreams, remember: the future is coming, it’s waiting, you’ll see.
Chasing Amy-Lou 