Alone upon the precipice
you expand your feathered wings
You're right and ready
strong and steady
So jump, let's hear you sing
But you stop short
and tumble back
bruising your behind
It is those ropes
your dashed dreams and hopes
the confines of your mind
So, flightless bird
you may have heard
that the only way to see
Is to open your eyes
look to the sky
and let yourself free

Inspiration blossomed
Between the layers of experiences
Cataloged in the folds of her mind
It extended down
Rooting itself behind her deep eyes
And brightening them until they outshone
Any star that graced the evening sky
Pigment leeched into her cheeks
And pulled them back revealing a brilliant smile
As the tendrils of thought unfurled into her body
Her shoulders slumped
Her arms relaxed
And she wrapped her infected fingers around the paintbrush
Which began to dance
And the only sound heard
Was the bristled feet scuffing the white canvas floor
Leaving tracks of royal blue, rich purple and green
After hours of their tireless dance
She released the brush and stepped back
Her imagination had splattered her clothing and hands
And slowly she allowed her eyes to roam
The workings of her mind

If it's the thought that counts
Then how can actions speak louder than words?

And what are you saying by leaving?

You walked out that door
But I'm really not sure
Why you didn't close it

Is that because,
I think it was,
You don't actually mean it?

Are you asking me to follow?
Or to stand up, swallow
my pride and shut the ******* door?