Not the Muse

I am not the muse, 
I shall forever be the pain that forms the words

I am the sharp edge
The rough texture
The iritaiting fabric
I shall always have truth flowing out of me
Over me, Around me
I am the unpleasant reality,
I am not the muse,
I am the pain of the words.
Brenda Cowan

 

About leeskid (Brenda Cowan)

Breathing, writing, listening
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