Muse
MuseCreation
born of chaos
born of pain
we search for healing
all of us
Puzzling words,
or shape and color,
into healing...
into art
Filling the void
smoothing edges
we seek
to lighten the load
Can there be
a poet not wounded?
An artist... whole?
Life is slippery
we miss
the mark
falling often into
hurts
Creation heals
poets make
a path for peace
even words of silence
can heal
Making art of
daily existence
we mend
our brokenness
Easing bruises
soothing hearts
battered
by our lives
Is it pain that drives
creation?
Is it misery that turns
the wheel of form?
Not always so,
but when it does
we build gain
out of trouble
transcending it all..
"...not all who wander
are lost..."
MLS
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