The Sieve of Inspiration
What's happening..
what's happening to me?
Why,oh why
what use was that?
The tears, the trials..
the silences of
words left unsaid..
the ups and downs
What use was that?
The wrinkles,the lines
the aches and pains..
heartbreaks and joy
that each compound
I pick up a pen,
I write it down
As a chrysalis to a butterfly
a poem to emerge..
from a mosaic of memories
to an inspiration surge.
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