My Muse
The sight brings in
a flood of ideas
that I cannot control.
Characters take on
a mind of their own
only allowing me to relay
THEIR STORY.
The eyes inspire
darkness and light,
love and hatred,
freedom and captivity.
The sight is what gives me
joy no matter the day
even when the words formed
by the beautiful sound are ugly.
My muse is the root
to the words I write
through the painful and exciting
impulse of stomach butterflies.
It is not the soul
but rather the shell
that motivates my
need to release through pen.
The exterior brings
me fear and comfort
in something I can
dangerusly relate to.
My muse will always
inspire me even
when the physical sight is
something I can no longer attain.