Expression of the self is a human imperative,
Otherwise where would our emotions go?
They'd fester inside as a reminder that somewhere they must flow.
To express them is to heal them,
To give them a voice,
A tangible presence outside ourselves with eyes that look back at us to say,
Yes,
I am the order to your chaos.
But it requires courage,
It strips us bare,
Inviting too often a piercing stare.
If together we could dissolve the elusive wall,
Preventing us from expressing all that is true to us,
We'd be lighter and freer.
And what better way to be light and free than within the infinite realms of imagination and creativity,
Taking us away into a state of flow,
So that in new worlds we can play,
Expanding the eyes of the mind,
To perceive the vastness of what's around,
A space beyond self and time,
A powerful reckoning of what is,
An immersion in oneness.
Then we return,
Giving rise to a new reality,
Armed with a little more courage,
A little less fear,
Adorned with visual translations,
Symbolic of sentiments that draw kindred spirits near.
But the best part?
Creative expression has the power to transform our inner turmoil into art and a language that transcends the spoken word,
A language communicated from heart to heart,
Music,
Film,
Dance,
Poetry,
Why do they cure our deepest malady?
Because someone is telling our story,
A connection is brought to life through our joy and tragedy.
We feel heard,
Seen,
Our highs and lows are shared and shown,
And in that moment,
Even if for a moment,
We are not alone.
