Muse

by Tony   Mar 2, 2018


If I could just pull back the curtain
Oh what would that entail?
Would I start from what I discover?
Would I break the glass and prevail?

I've said how I long to open the door
To this world I do not trust
But it's been shut for so long now
That the locks begun to rust

No breeze stirs in this room
To which I've confined myself
And dust collects with dried ink
Stored on countless pages on my shelf

I stair out my single window
Blinded by unfamiliar light
For its often in my darkness
That I put pen to page and write

But as a friend recently showed me
It's not all dark foreboding shroud
There's a love within my writing
The shining sun behind the clouds

She has a smile that makes me ache
And a voice that warms my heart
A presence that leaves me wanting
She's the fuel to all my art

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  • 9 months ago

    by Ren

    Beautiful! :) Don't worry about the other shoe dropping...you got this. Take it one day at a time. Hope for the best. Just don't lose sight of yourself in the process.

    Glad to see you writing again! Take care :)

    • 9 months ago

      by Tony

      You have to worry about that happening lol.

  • 9 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is great Tony ... I get how hard it is to open up to someone new when you've closed yourself off in self-defence. Great rhyming as usual with fear and hope expressed in equal measures :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 9 months ago

      by Tony

      Thanks Kitty, normally it isnt this hard but I really care about this one. I have more to lose...

  • 9 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I've said how I long to open the door
    To this world I do not trust
    But it's been shut for so long now
    That the locks begun to rust

    ^^
    Sad but stunning. I love this stanza, Tony. I can say that without feeling too guilty because the piece ends so beautifully and so full of hope.

    All the best to you as ever

    • 9 months ago

      by Tony

      Thank you Ben, I'm feeling uncharacteristically hopeful these past few days, but part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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