My Muse

I feel the need to let these words flow
from me
as they flow
into me
in a steady stream

So many poets write about
their muse.
As a young writer
I wanted one
who was quite mythical in appearance.

But now in my old age
and personal expirience
I've come to realize
that my muse
is...are my extremes of emotion.
Happy, sad, mellow, lethargic, rage, frustration
all these extremes inspire me
to write
as an outlet.

Such of course isnt always the case
many times I just feel
that im in the right mood
to write,
that the words will flow easier for me that day
as is the case right now.....

So I would now like to try describing my muse's appearance
no crazy mythilogical creatures for me
no beatuful tanatlizing women or men
no current or ex lovers
no.
When I was young I wanted such a muse
because I was envious of others muses.
But.....
Because what inspires me to write
are extremes of emotion
I happen to believe
that my muse is just
the leser controlled otherside of me.
My Mirror Me is my muse.
She is everything I can't be;
Everything I hold back,
Everything I hide and put aside.
And she escapes during my extremes of emotion.
So its her writing these poems that touch your heart.

I am two poeple.
One, is whom you see before you now.
The other is that crazy woman
whose hand flies across paper
spilling hate, love, rage, and depression
all over the page.....

I am my muse.
Just...
my mood dictates who is writing...