Caught in the circle of life inexorably
Living a mechanical life, almost deplorably
With work, food and sleep alone on my mind
No scintilla of creativity I could find
Within myself, that well had already dried
Could not be channeled even if I tried..
Strolling aimlessly in the department store,
Trying to buy something interesting, something more
Than the objects on my list, myself I found
In the aisle for art supplies; all around
Me were brushes and paints, crayons and markers
What caught my attention were watercolors-
Twelve inexpensive cakes in basic hues
I grabbed them on impulse, didn’t have much to lose..
Also bought some brushes, the most basic set
Uncertain if any use they were going to get..
These art supplies somehow catalysts became
My dormant creativity was no longer the same
Boldly I dipped my brush and began to paint
Lacking confidence, my initial brushstrokes were faint
As I gathered courage, my strokes bolder became
Brighter hues emerged, more complex textures came
The thrill of creative effort spurred me on
The fear of a creative drought was all gone..
There were no masterpieces that I created
But at the end of each painting I felt elated
They were amateurish efforts, that was quite clear
It was not the result, but the process that I held dear
Immersing yourself in a creative endeavor can give rise
To unbridled happiness, this came to me as a surprise!