Tag Archives: muse

Rearrange my space to recall your individuality, experience old interests and breathe a happy peace that you matter. Take a moment. Remember.

Ask me to wear a mask and pretend I am different, are you ashamed? Does your fear turn to hate as I fling away the lies and refuse to be anything other than what I am? Do you even remember what it is to hope?

A message to disprove a dream, one you gave up long ago, yet its end still hurts, more than you will ever admit.

Return to nausea, a symptom of reluctance to leave peace behind, yet the mind begins to hope for something more, a dangerous thought to stop a pounding head hurting.

Hide my journey to confirm my health, but expect displeasure when we return to a shorter day.

Move into confusion as thoughts fade into empty pain, a dizzy chaos to replace your certainty and leave sick moments to move forward with.

Set the fire but watch the sparks die again and again no matter how you try to coax them. Perhaps you should have given up long ago, before the rain began.

Flip the dirt onto the substanance, hiding your generosity to fuel my indignation, my right to sulk and demand attention from the only one who matters.

Anticipation of a flash to light the densely-packed haven you secured for recuperation from life’s trials. Wait to sink into security as the world wails its pain, a pain you also hold within but daren’t let others see.

Build me into the forest where the world can forget, but the birds twitter with gossip, whispering of mornings hidden and precious, a stillness settling to respark the creative.