A Feeling

It was just a feeling.

I wanted to write, I wanted to become someone.

A feeling so deep, it was almost a longing.

A longing filled with hope, hope for a better tomorrow, a better future.

He made me burn, made me burn inside. I cannot be this way anymore, said the mind.

I listened and listened. And then like a burst of lighting, the answer came to me.

I just need to do something creative. Does not matter what. It could hurt this world or make it a better place. Well it better make it a better place.

The answer seemed almost hitting at me, but it could not get deep enough. 

Was calling for it, but it never came.

 I almost shouted, please come to me, but it was not to be seen.

The usual despair fills up.

I begin wondering what.

I need some answers. Questions remain as they were.

And then I think about the power of now. A power so deep, it always beckons to me.