Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Fickle Muse

This poem is about how it use to feel to try and express myself. It's one of the first I ever wrote and kept instead of throwing it away.


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Fickle Muse
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Snagging snares which rip the skin,
yet there is no yielding.
Mustering a will to push,
persistent through the pain.
Searching for the freedoms they have found,
powers they are wielding.
Finding it grasped so tightly,
in the hands of a fickle muse.
Posted by itwasadream at 1:56 AM
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 22, 2010 at 9:58 PM

    I love your writing, its always beautiful.
    Is that your dog? so cute! I love dogs :)


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  2. angelmouseDecember 23, 2010 at 6:27 PM

    You should be glad you kept that one instead of throwing it away, it's lovely.
    (P.s. I agree about the dog - it's cute!)

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