Wednesday, April 02, 2008

End of Day

My body is desperately begging me to crawl myself to bed, close my eyes and once again begin the cycle of waking up to radio chatter, hitting snooze and momentarily drifting back into my dream only to be beckoned once more by my insistent cell phone alarm. Alternately, my mind is stirring with ideas it has suppressed all during the day when my time belongs to others and I am unable to let my creative voice cry out.

I can feel it deep inside but buried too far beneath the 9-5 routine to break free and just become.

My story is patient and lies dormant just waiting for me to discover that its really not buried so deep.