the life i sense beneath my veiling eyes
imbues my soul with words i fail to write
i see my muse appear with a new guise
where darkness mingles with the rising light
then tears escape my heart as she evokes
her true decree, she sounds my essence out
i hear the secrets of how she awoke
to hone my mind and release me from doubt
it seems as though i'm born again with her
for how my thoughts bleed to the naked page
they take their course, no longer to deter
i'm gifted in my own reprieve; the cage
where i believed that all of me had died
had gave me strength enough to write with pride
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