I Confused My Muse
My missing muse is experiencing self-imposed blues.
She's probably under some yonder weeping willow tree ....
making friends, again, with my inadequacies.
My cognitive skills often ruffle-stuff her confused.
She's long held my sorry that sorry's all I can do ....
just like my waiting and praying to grow us both through.
My best grab, my muse, is that we laugh.
That's all I have,
still, please come back.
... CayCay Jennings
Decemer 9, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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