Reality Check 28 – Muse Asleep…

Like shards of broken glass, my quill pierces my weary mind. Yet my muse refuses to wake up. I await a pulse, that shall give back my muse the life it once had.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

48 thoughts on “Reality Check 28 – Muse Asleep…”

  1. You just did it, why not!Your muse is not failing you in any way you've thought of…:)"Now i don't have to be weary nor be threatened of being pierced by a shard coz i know your pulse has started beating"…It's all coming back but refuses to accept reality!

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