Even now that the wound has healed and the scar so barely shows there are times of pain and anguish when the nightmares let me know how fragile a mind can be as memory replays trauma into the night and yesterday’s sorrow fills the void with doubt and aching heart brought low making it hard

Poetry as a muse

The first poem I wrote was as a sophomore in college. Totally depressed at the time, I had little purpose and wanted to be anyplace else on Earth, doing just about anything else. There was nothing amusing about my mood but maybe that is why I came to realize poetry as a muse. Inspiration comes