Tag Archives: muse

Possess a blossom, a growing scent, a calming sight and a chance to nurture a life, help it grow and watch it open into beautiful.

Mural your thoughts on a secret wall you plan to wash over, stripping white and hiding pain, hurt, love. Take a moment before you erase it, imagining  if someone else saw it, and wondering if you’ll ever be ready for that moment.

Reveal yourself to a stranger and have them untangle your thoughts, your inner fears. Be seen and be scared but cry tears of relief and ready yourself to meet again so you’ll begin to understand who you really are.

Dance away into dirt, twirling with glee and not thinking of later when consequences emerge and your actions darken someone else’s psyche, confidence, existence.

Read the results and puzzle over the language, trying to decide if normal is good or still not good enough for the task your body should be carrying out. Normal, but still no answers.

Unexpected help pulls you from drowning in a river you refused to acknowledge. Paddle to the edge and grab the hand, praying it won’t disappear before you can touch it.

Startle at a presence that rouses the sleeping, instead recognition sinks them into content, an arm of security wrapping away all worry, whose existence hadn’t been registered until it disappeared.

Head to the last stall, bypassing others to the hideaway at the end, sinking into shadows for a moment and letting the world forget you while you remember why you want to be here.

A day to recover before time becomes distorted, working instead of sleeping, sleeping instead of eating, and eating only when reminded. Just a little longer, you hope. Just a little longer.