Paused at the Brink

I know that I'm on the brink of a creative outpouring, yet I am paused at the split-second before the floodgates open. It is a mix of fear and hope and longing that keep me static. There is only one thing left to do and that is find the last grain to tip the scales; to move forward in the exhilaration of making. What that grain will be I do not know as of yet, but it will be sudden, and it will be soon. I can feel it in the depths of my bones.