As a prolific author I often get asked:-
- How do you do it?
- Why do you do it?
- Where do you do it?
- For how long do you do it?
You know… in not so few words but similar.
There are answers but what came to me the other day was a poem that goes some way to explaining. So here it is… and please… interpret to your heart’s content…
To write… a muse
by Sarah Lynch
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A puncture in my chest you remain
A healing embrace you also are
Yet I find it difficult to absorb you
I skim the surface because you hurt
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I see clearer when I see through you
I breathe harder when you remind me
I shake out the strength that surrounds
Cascades along my entirety in droves
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I clench a fist and it gathers there
The will of my command, my drive
The energy, not the words, escape
They explode into matter from nothing
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A dream to create, plunder and expatiate
A heart so solid, so stony though flourishes
You wild rivers you, swirling, amassing,
You gather within to expunge my self
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She broke the barriers, undid the bonds
She chipped me down, broke me open
She, vile and tempestuous, sought me out
Forced me to yield to her in empathy
♥
The lives of many explored by a scribe
The whispers of existence all at odds
The voices swirl, fold, join and mingle
To make one, loud noise.
♥
To ignore it… impossible
© Sarah Michelle Lynch
