Grandma One Trixie Zero
My head opened up and spilled its guts onto a page.
It was unexpected, I will tell you that right now.
Trixie, my head muse was totally angry, she started to rage.
How can you alone write anything good or a wow?
My confidence was down, and I started to turn away.
My muse was smirking, thought she had me on the run.
Then I recalled one thing my grandma used to say
Don’t let anyone take away your light, and I mean anyone!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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