I find myself on a journey
Stretching through my life and times.
I am searching,
Constantly searching;
Yearning for a way out of this poetic darkness
Within my own mind.
I find myself blindly floating through this liquid dream.
Desperately,
I want to scream.
Scream for my poetic sanity
To come back and rescue me.
I am locked somewhere
Deep inside of my own mind
Struggling to find
The real me.
The true me.
The person I was.
The person I am.
The person I want to be.
The person I will be
Again.
But first,
I need to break free;
Free of these poetic chains that bind me.
They bind my soul.
They bind my heart.
They bind my mind.
I have lost touch with my innermost poetic personality.
The most important part of my poetic reality.
My muse.
Where has my muse gone?
Where could it be?
Is it hidden beneath some scrap of a forgotten dream?
Some fading memory of a good time?
Some forgotten bit of a love lost…
Lost in my eyes?
If only I could open my eyes
And clearly see the gift that has been given
And struggle no more to break free to the surface.
There I could breathe in the poetically charged air
Flowing around me,
I could feel the sunlight of love
Tenderly touch my soul
And gently warm my heart
And make me whole
Again.
Once there,
I would quietly find my muse.
Where it had been all the time.
Crying out for help
Within my poetic voice.
Then this journey,
This quest for my poetic muse
Would end
And all would be fine
And all would be well
Within my poetic world once again.
Underneath it all,
You would find me writing
From my heart
And for my poetic soul.
Author notes
I have experienced this kind of thing too. It's like a dry spell when the muse takes a break (though yours sounds like it took a vacation without you). Sometimes it is hard to overcome and sometimes it's not!
It's kind of like when I go to draw a pencil portrait and I haven't picked up the drawing pencil in awhile... I am a bit rusty at first and then I find my rhythm again and away I go!
Don't let it worry you... I have an author friend who told me a little secret... Write it for yourself. Most importantly... write it from the heart! You'll find your muse again. Though it may not be the same one. I have several people and different things that inspire me over the years.
In fact, if it wasn't for the encouragement of one friend, I may not have been doing this today or have even put together a book of my poetry. I had a dry spell for good two years or better and she inspired me to put up my poetic pen again with just one little phrase about the eyes being windows to the soul and here I am with one book under belt and another on the way. Take care. Keep the ink flowing. Love and hugs...
And thank you for letting me share this.
A contest entry
- Underneath it all... (are you my muse?) by DefinitiveFreak.
525 points, ended March 18, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I love this the whole thing spoke to me.
I think we have all been here at one time or another.
Bravo on such a beautifully writen piece.
The end really brought it home for me
keep on with the great writing.
Fire
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Fire,
You are welcome for the write. Yes, we all have been at this point at one time or another. I am glad that it spoke to you. I hope that it may have helped in some way. Thanks again for everything. Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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