the muse


it was what kept her alive
now, it lay abandoned
in some corner ...
in the recesses of her mind.

she lay motionless 
in her room
losing herself 
in the darkness of nothingness
falling 
falling 
falling 
deep into the unknown 
a bottomless pit.

her mind worked incessantly
searching for what was lost
the muse -
it was what kept her alive
now, it was nowhere to be found
an alphabet
blurred
it came to her
she grasped it
with the tentacles of her mind.

it was coming back to her
slow and random
alphabets
words
sentences

a spark -
in the recesses of her mind
it felt hope
happy to be found again 
ready to unleash
the unspoken 
it took form -
alphabets
words
sentences.

it made sense now,
the muse coursed through her body
whispered in her ear…
she felt alive again.
it was still there -
what she thought was lost.




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