-my Metaphorical Muse-
i know not the passion of
metaphors until i seek the appreciation of inspiration
the rhythm of my soul's tune
fears it may not resound when
life spreads sonorous sorrow-
seeking solitude is not becoming,
and renouncing trust is
ineffable;
unable to be comprehended
i knew not the passion of
poetry until i felt the warmth
of my
metaphorical muse-
unable to express life’s lessons
literally,
creating beauty from scars,
wounds heal only with sutures
mending with myriad of meditation-
my metaphorical muse bestows a sensation of divination
shall i express my sorrow
in a way others can understand?
or should i embrace the essence
of my allegory…
maybe my words know not what they write
but
my soul shines when my muse is my light
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12.26.19
-luloo
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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