The Muse

Someone who inspires you

To be the best creatively

 

Someone who inspires you

To create such wonder and beauty

 

Someone who excites you

To create with the utmost joy

 

To see your Muse

And to feel that inspiration

Is a joy to behold, to feel, to love

 

But hurts when It’s gone

 

Longing for the Muse’s return

To inspire you creatively

 

But the Muse there is no longer

Until the next One comes along

 

In the meantime one must create

From a place of loss, destruction, no hope

 

And out of that place

Comes another form of creativity

 

Until the next Muse comes along.


 

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One thought on “The Muse

  1. Such lovely deep thoughts.
    Thank you for peeking in to read my poetry.

    Just out of curiosity, how did you stumble across my blog?

    Keep writing 😉

    Like

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