Muse

Sparks happen inside his head.

My hand leaves his heart and a jolt of inspiration vibrates through his body.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Three shocks happen and he lights up his paper with words.

He writes his poetry and inspires many.

Little does anyone know that I am his muse lighting up his fire.

poem by Christina J. Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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