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In the quiet of the morning I read and I write
Words that spew out of their own accord
Seems my muse is driven within to be heard
So I write to release my inner most thoughts.

Images play games in my head
Like a child playing hopscotch
Visions of childhood memories
The ones I can remember

And some I'd like to forget
It' been a journey of learning
Hard knocks along my way
And a forgiving heart to take away the pain.

Yet my muse seems happy most the time
She does't always rhyme
But she takes the time
For me when I call upon her

My seperate ID my souls inspiration
She doesnt need an explaination
She just is a part of me
And my poetic destiny

She keeps me company on lonely nights
Never argues with me or fights
I count on her time and again
For in this world she is a true friend.

(c) Eva Marie Cagley

By Raggedyann

© 2019 Raggedyann (All rights reserved)


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