On Inspiration

February 13, 2013

It was an unwanted journey through
Unworthy times, the worst sort of
Self-inflicted wounds. To read the
Lines of former glory is akin to
Pressing my sweaty palm onto
A red-hot stove-top, twice.

For just like the swift burn of that
Coiled metal serpent, reliving my past
And, further, my mistakes, sticks
With me for days and weeks to come.
What could I have done?

I draw strength from nature, now.
I allow myself to become inspired even,
From the world and words around me.
The depths of my life have yet to be
Fully explored- and I cannot wait
To delve deeper.



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