Tag Archives: muse

Draw a person with shapes and lines, a black and white emotion scratched on the page for the unknown to marvel at and the known to rethink your view.

Awake to the same night but reset for the day, still caught up in distant chores and longing to rest for the work already done. Time to begin anew, no stopping to restore.

Light touch to signal wanting, a moment before the world wakes to remember why you rise, why you come back.

Skirt around a weakness and pray no one notices, too many cracks are already formed to risk another punch, even from an innocent, even from yourself.

Pick apart emotions that are yours, ignored for too long and now mangled into ugly, waiting to be unpacked, hugged and set free so you finally understand why your face is stained with tears.

Draw the blood to read the history, the possibilities, the course of the future. Are you ready for the answers?

Build a connection to a stranger of birth, already formed but informed of you, draw closer and discover blood isn’t everything, love is.

Fear catches your breath at the amount of love one small soul can bring, so fragile, so fearless, and your responsibility to keep safe. Grant them freedom to let them grow and hold your heart until you know they’re well. You’ll always be holding your heart.

Sense the movement to change your direction, because staying still will end you and any chance at more. Push against the hard a little longer, just a little longer.

Suspended hope falls with a drop, a drip, an end to the dry and absent pain. Welcome back to your reality.