Tag Archives: muse

Take an extra day to hide and heal, hoping life will be kinder or you’ll at least feel stronger to compete in a world of fingers pointing everywhere but themselves.

Return to a forgotten role of freedom to be unhinged, say whatever you want and regret nothing, the world will bow to you.

Motivation evaporates as good deeds are spat at, the pain you work through mocked, the proclaimed righteousness gazing down at your efforts until you give up and stop getting out of bed, you stop trying.

Spray the temperature, let heat settle on your skin and ease shocked muscles into relaxing, hoping it will also ease you into sleep.

Hunched over, unable to straighten, pain slipping the memory from reach and leaving you bent and feeling less than human.

Acute attention to every sensation, trying to predict and manage expectation but failing when hope begins to bubble, waiting for the inevitable pop.

Pace the paving stones and trace their imprint, witnessing the years of absolute presence, unmoving as they are pounded on, rained on yet overlooked despite the foundation they have given us all.

Trust in your goal and lean on those nearby, whether they believe you’re ready or not they have come to help your journey, so keep moving and learn of what comes next.

Snuggle closer and feel resistance melt away as the warmth of her tiny body seeps into your heart, postponing bedtime to enjoy the quiet and private moment of truth and love.

Walk into silence, so sudden and obvious, and wonder why you bothered trying to be civil when the world always rewards you with doubt and disappointment.