The Poet’s Muse

The poet’s muse always says, “Write what you know.”
Draw from your experiences— yesterday’s and today’s joyous and painful moments.
The sadness washes over me, then pulls me into the ocean’s depths, where a gentle relief takes me down into dark acceptance.
I’ve written about the hurt from a bad marriage, which included being alone in an occupied house.
Being beaten and beaten down.
Now I have been accepted and loved for thirty-six years.
He is a quiet savior who sits with me on the porch and accepts all that my muse presents.

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