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The Muse At Play

The muse of loneliness
Imparts the ability to feel
Like the ultimate outsider

The muse of anger
Grips our words with
Violence, beyond measure

The muse of love
Resonates joyously
Connecting the spirit

The muse of loss
Is a difficult teacher
Especially when it follows love

The muse of hope
Pulls us through
Darkness and despair

The muse of play
Tests our faith to risk
Being our uncorrupted selves

Each muse inspires us
To acknowledge that living a full life
Is reason enough for being here

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Comments (3)

to the muse, who i love and hate with equal measure, but what do we do without it? love your poem
A very captivating write, Anita. I really like the last verse. A full life is a happy life, what else could one want. Well penned poem.....10.. Richard
Interesting concept put across well 10+