MY MUSE

My Muse

Heat….cold…fear… panic…a racing heartbeat,

Calm…warmth…comfort….a stabilized heartbeat,

My feelings have become like the four seasons;

Coming and going all in one moment within one day

At times my feet are locked in cement

At times my feet are afloat on a rising cloud

Some days I wake up with dread

Others days I wake up with hope

I see myself laughing with him

I also see myself mulling over memories of him

Memories of what once was

Memories of what we thought it would be

But now, I have learnt the beauty of true acceptance

To replace the desire to protest or change the situation

With the desire to make it my muse and accept it wholeheartedly

(Courtesy M.M).

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