Inspiration

Note: She was the muse that moved me forward. This is the last poem dedicated to the first girlfriend.

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A gust of wind blowing
Through hair lazily flowing
Rings of auburn brown showing
Uniquely piercing eyes full of knowing
Eternally the moments needed for growing

Minute the slimmest of smiles bright
Unseen corners of the inner light
Shadowed doubts hidden from sight
Erased with a softly given word spoken right
Shreds layers of self-deception without much fight

Torments of the heart healed by acceptance
Organically given in moments meant to balance
Uncovered pieces of unknown brilliance
Carefully stoked by the muse's guidance
Heartaches and internals erased by a presence

Emotions and feelings unlocked with a whisper
Naturally uttered in a sibilant purr
Angers and rages unpacked without need of a buffer
Boulders of internal weight removed with just a gesture
Leaving behind a renewed sense of purposeful laughter
Essential to the creation of happiness' primal luster
Saving the artist trapped inside with depression' zephyr

11-7-18