I am not sure why, but it seems in some instances, through our darkest moments, those moments of melancholy, is when our creative juices are turned on the most. One night when I was unable to sleep because I was going through a rough patch, I felt inspired to start a therapeutic session for myself by writing a poem to express my feelings. The next day, as I thought about what I wrote the night before, I started thinking how nice it would be if my artist friend, Theron Cook, would create a piece of art to pair with my poem.
I spoke with him that same day telling him about what I wrote the night before. Without mentioning anything else to him, Theron ended up saying how it would be cool to create a painting to my poem. It is amazing how synchronicity works! All I did was think the thought, the Universe/God brought it to his mind, and then out of his mouth, and BOOM! A collaboration was born!
The Ceiling
I am afraid to die
No, I am afraid to live
Actually, I am just afraid
Of this whole human experience
Bad times linger
Good times never last
I can’t sleep at night
My mind weighs a ton
Seems like each step I take toward better
My dreams move ten steps further away
I lie there staring silently at the ceiling in the dark
Through the dark
Somehow I see it there
The ceiling that knows my unspoken words and emotions
It stares back at me giving me no answers
Knowing answers is what I search for
The ceiling symbolizes something reoccurring over my head
A blockage making my dreams seem unattainable
A vault that has my dreams locked in limiting me
Or am I limiting myself?
Knowing how I want my dreams to be released
Yet the ceiling does not open up to release them
It is cruel to me
This game we play each night
Leaving me exhausted the next day
No energy to fight
Feeling defeated
I turn to roll over on my side
No longer looking at the ceiling
But it is still there
I can feel it staring hard at me
It wants me to forfeit all I have worked for
Loathing in self-pity
I almost give in
And turn on my back to give it another glance
My constant reminder
But instead, I stay on my side and close my eyes to fall asleep
Hoping sweet dreams can comfort me
One day becoming my reality
Then finally, one night when I lie down
The ceiling will no longer be there staring at me
I will be lying down looking out at the sky filled with shooting stars