The MuseA Poem by Aries1984She came again when I needed her the most.
The goddess of prose visited me once again In my most deepest of dark hours When my life started to fall like crumbling brick towers It was one of those much needed encounters. She gave me space, did not condemn Gave me pen and paper to write Gave me the courage to fight With words that, off these pages took flight. I started crying as I grabbed the pen To write about my pain Of losing my father, how I nearly went insane The words went falling like tears of rain. The heart went spilling right there and then It created an emotional river Of what it could only deliver Through words that in it still linger. She stands behind me patiently To let me know that she’s always there When and if I need her, anytime, anywhere To help share the burden I must bear. She waits there quietly and faithfully Telling me, “You must release Your heart needs a moment’s peace Put the sadness on paper please.” With eloquence and graciously She instills in me the rhymes To help me with these dark times I now pen these lines. Though these words come out quite painfully As my heart is singing the blues But there’s a strength I’m given to use Inspired by my angel, the muse. © 2015 Aries1984Author's NoteReviews
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