Write out of the ruins
Plants don't grow out of dirt alone
Death and decay occupy the soil
That which previously flourished 
Now exists for the sake of
What needs to be nourished 
Don't think that the ideas must blossom 
Just know that they can 
It need not be pretty
The soil need not be clean
Life grows out of whatever 
Write something down 
Careful cultivation is not required 
Just give it a chance to grow 
The wilderness that is creativity 
Does not care for your expectations 
The compost of your experiences
Has unrealised potential 
You ought to utilise it
Your urge to create is life
Wanting to renew itself 

(first line prompted by the film Jane Austen Wrecked My Life)