Muse of Poetry

One hundred lives
One thousand tries
One million lines
And yet
I've never mastered you
You're still a mystery
You're so stubborn
Begging me to come inside
Taking bites out of my sides
Your power over me
Fragments my reality
You shriek inside my mind
Always saying something
Completely unexpected
Your words roll down the mountain
Of my life's experiences
Gathering speed and resilience
Stopping short of
Taking flight
Because the tides change
And we take a different direction
And we run
Toward the reclamation of power
The proof of existence
That overtakes your blindness
My deafness
Blind and deaf to the things
We don't want to know
But we want the audience to know
To feel
The enormity of this undertaking
Turning language into action
Churning words into feelings
You have to feel it happening
Have to
Let it cut right thru the screen
On the porch
Come right in, sit down
Have a conversation with it
Let it live with you, with tension
With music and madness
With words, unkillable
That annihilates silence
And captures you,
Shows you the remote refuge
Of the moon, because, why not?
And I'm off. Chasing you again.