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I need a muse

How do you find a muse

Or do they find you? 

I have lovers and critics,

Editors and agents

But I need a muse.

Maybe I have a muse 

But he has chosen

To remain silent

Hidden somewhere

Waiting to inspire

When I am ready

Pen in hand

Fingers on keyboard

I await his arrival

Eager to begin

I start without him

But the words won’t come

I need the words that create

 a soul cleansing epiphany

Which only a muse can incite

I wait in the silent dusk

All is quiet and still

I need a muse

day by day

Life is a dark, dense forest

A formidable place we want to avoid

Still we tread on through it

Searching for bliss

Hoping for redemption.

Obstacles await us 

Storm clouds loom overhead

It feels like chaos

Maybe it is

Maybe it is just our own voices pleading 

The clouds sigh and release their burden.

The rain washes away regret

Lotus flowers bloom in the mud

Sun shines, birds sing, blue skies

We head home, renewed, refreshed

Humming a familiar tune.

Life is grand 

Tomorrow we enter the forest again.

An endless cycle of loss and love