poems by allaire mikháil - "descent of the muse"

descent of the muse

She came down to me
as I lay on my bed,
my face obsured by an arm
trying to block out the light of the day
as well as reality
lurking outside the refuge
my bed provided.

She came down to me
when I'd already given up hope
when inspiration had long left me
and the radio music tried to fill in the silence
I felt at my heart
when anger and every other strong emotion had gone
leaving nothing behind but emptiness.

She came down to me
to fill the void in my soul,
the light of her presence,
her silvery laughter in my head,
her vivid voice
raising the last spark of creation in my mind,
lightning a fire to burn bright anew.

She came down to me,
she alone saved me,
gave me back a reason to live,
and from now on
I dedicate all my work to her,
for she believed in me when no one did
- I'll never forget

The descent of the Muse.

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