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There is a spirit within me, I see it, I sense it, I feel it in my veins.             
I see it waiting, I see it at times waiting in the misty shadows of my mind.
It has been there almost as long as I can remember, waiting, waiting to be recognized, to be                drawn out of the mist, allowed to grow.
It ventured out at times, bringing its energies, attempts to influence me, impressing its will upon me       only to be turned back.
There is a spirit within me, I see it, I sense it, I feel it in my veins.              
There is a spirit within me, I see it, I see it now for what it is and I reach out to it.
There is a spirit within me, I sense it, I sense the power it has over me and want to draw on it.
There is a spirit within me, I can feel it in my veins, I feel the excitment it offers me and I hunger           for it.
There is a spirit within me, I gave it the key and it unlocked my soul, set me free.
There is a spirit within me and when I call it it embraces me and I soar.
My mind races, I see what I've never seen before, I see beauty I've never known, I see pain that's      not there, I feel it and I'm overwhelmed with both joy and sorrow.
My mind races and the blood surges through my veins, I am alive, I live almost as in a dream yet         I am awake. 
Time flashes by but I don't notice, for me it has stopped, my body tires but I can't sleep, the                spirit won't let go.
I struggle to write down what I'm seeing, feeling, hearing, what I learn before it is gone and the            spirit lifts me higher.
I try to hold on to reality but the spirit pushes me onward, if reality gives way as what is written           takes life I can no longer prevent it.
That life becomes me and I become that life and the spirit embraces us both.
The spirit in what is written is all that matters now, it becomes reality, it becomes truth in itself.
There is a spirit within me, I see it, I sense it, I feel it in my veins and the essence of the spirit is free.
The essence of the spirit is free in the words that were written, to bring its energies, its influence, to       impose its will on those who read the words.
There is a spirit within me, I see it, I sense it, I feel it in my veins and it is alive.
There is a spirit within me, I see it, I sense it, I feel it in my veins and the spirit is me.


Misty sunrise, Robert Moses SP, Fire Island, NY
Note: This poem is a reflection on what writing poetry  and photography, that is the attempts at creativity, have given me.
Copyright 1991 by James Amodeo