“My Muse”

You will be my muse.

The muse that I often equate and correlate to

Harsh poetic lines filled with anxiety and pain

Only to be re-lived, re-birthed and a phoenix rising again

You will be my muse.

You will be the spark to my creativity

the knowledge that I gained

the power that I control and create

The positivity that rules over disdain

From you, I will become

the strength that was always in me

the endurance that pained my eyes to see

the brave spirit which my-self tried to flee

You will be my muse

And with this, I say I refuse

to become the epitome of bitterness.emptyness.lonliness

in which

I fly by the true knight which by angel flight will

rest his head upon my breast at night

You will be

my muse.

My smile to the end of your reign

the new beginning which I am me again

the beat in my heart that does not question when

I will fall in love again.

you will be, so sweetly my muse.

And I thank you.

So humbly, thank you.

-b.r.rivera