Message Muse - - For the Name your muse comp

 
My mind is full of broken bottles
Broken glass everywhere
Some clear, some green
Some blue, some even pink
Bottles of every type and shape
Different thicknesses abound
All have stoppers or caps
All bottles waiting to be fixed
In amongst all the glass
Are thousands of rolled up scrolls
And the occasional ship
I am the bottle inspector
I am here to fix the bottles
Meld the glass together again
I am here to home the ships
To ask the captains why
They came aground here
My main job however
Is to read the messages
To understand the messages
To ignore those from desert islands
And those written when drunk
I reply to those that I need to
Some messages are from outside
Most are internal memos
Things learned reminders
Passing thoughts like ships
Things not finished
Things not taken care of
Love notes
Break up letters
Dear John
From birth to present
These are my muse
My inspiration
From where
All my poems flow

For the Name your muse comp