Inspired

Where’s my inspiration?

Where did you go and hide?

Where are you, my previous she?

Don’t you know I’m lost without you?

You helped me write volumes about the past.

You helped me write magic with my fantasy.

Come, let’s become one body, one soul, one mind.

Help me to see, think and write.

My muse, my air, my drink and food.

I sit here and think of you.

Pencil in hand, paper on table,

Ready to write a sweet-ended fable.

I look at the page which was once blank.

Now scribbled with dots, and lines made words.

Now I recognise you haven’t left,

You helped me write a poem instead.

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