Words whisper then bravely wander,
manoeuvred to showcase their part –
a homage to how my father
lodged literature in my heart.
He taught me how to love language,
to laugh and to think; to express
my inner thoughts and my feelings,
to leave no emotion repressed.
Years rolled by – now I'm on my own,
no longer is Dad by my side.
He taught me well, to trust myself,
and to let Life become my guide.
I feel him close by in nature,
murmuring gently on the breeze;
he inspires me on a mountain
and sailing on turbulent seas.
Encouraging from a distance,
Dad gifted me wings of free choice;
now I'll write my own fair passage,
for I have found my inner voice.
We all need a trusty anchor
and a star to safely steer by.
We grow into our uniqueness,
then cast off and, solo, we fly.
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Write a poem, any length, about your muse. Who or what inspires you to write? |
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My Muse
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