Poor Offerings to the Muse

I've never had
never had enough,
enough of these words
or of hope to share.
Life has taken
much more than it's given
but here you are.

Isolated,
but never truly alone.
Distance is a pale metaphor
for love
and time is never a friend
except when counting the seconds
of being blessed
and the uptake of the burning inspiration
of your Muse whisperings in my ear.

Words can never be enough
to give definition
and figure
to the hope
and the love
and all these words
will never be able to
give justice
or make the beauty have life
until you breath inspiration over it
and realize,
just realize the creative spirit
and brightness you inspire.

Even in the Darkness
there is hope
and more and more Light
because you are there.

Hold on,
the resolution is coming
and even when the curtain falls
the beauty of Love
shall never die.

I'm so sick of being in pain...

Quote of the Day:

“Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.”
-Augustine of Hippo

Worry.