The Muse

My heart bleeds for her to fully understand
The methods put forth so her mind will expand
A beautiful obscured potential that needs a hand
To cut the chains that securely wrap around her

She started the inferno and resurrected the calling
Somehow kept me upright when I started falling
She woke up a buried voice- gave me the choice
To accept these words or ignore them for good

Poetry flows from my mind to the tip of my tongue
Like a faultless ode to life and love yet to be sung
As I saunter these streets of dense dreams- it drips
From pen to paper- stories flowing from fingertips

How the paths were paved- that can’t be controlled
She was the start of this gift inside of my guise
Her shell of false profiles fits the unnecessary mold
It is not how her mind thinks or her heart truly beats

So I thank her for what she has unintentionally done
It was her and her alone who gave me my voice
As she mumbled through hers- but her soul is not lost
It lies with brittle roads- waiting- on a path yet crossed

It may be bold to say this- but ask those around her
To honestly evaluate her immediate points of view
Be surprised to find- those closest to her will agree
With the buried truths I have always been able to see