When darkness surrounds me,
When hateful words weigh down heavily,
There is always one thing,
That is sure to bring,
A smile onto my face.
My worries vanish without a trace.
It has been my friend for years.
It has helped me conquer my fears.
Poetry is my muse!
The energy that sparks my fuze!
It stops my pain,
And once again,
I feel myself release,
All my thoughts are at ease.
The rhythmic pattern and words on the page,
All solid enough to outlast age,
Set me free.
I wonder what your muse will be.