Beneath My Creative Sky Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A silence held for years, now gone,
A flood of thoughts, a brand new dawn.
Words like a river, can't be stopped,
In verses flowing, dreams are dropped.

The world outside, a whispered hum,
Inside, a rhythm has become
A burning need, a vibrant fire,
To capture feelings, climb up higher.

Each image seen, each feeling known,
Demands a stanza, to be shown.
This rush to write, to set it free,
Is it a sickness, deep in me?

Or just a passion, long suppressed,
Now finally, putting me to test?
A joyful madness, or a sign
Of something broken, truly mine?

The screen awaits, the words take flight,
Lost in the process, day and night.
This urgent pull, I can't deny,
Beneath a new, creative sky.