The search was futile, no breakthrough was achieved.
To clearly convey my thoughts and emotions...
proved to be a difficulty...
beyond what my mind could ever conceive.
That is when she found me.
Bursting from the seams with inspiration from my mind's eye...
I found no salvation...no release...
Choking on verbal censorship and suppression...
Rebelling against what denied me peace...
That is when she found me...this is why she chose me.
What I thought would remain unheard and unchanged
Unfolded before me, Clearly.
All confusion and self-doubt rearranged.
To write is to be inspired, Life has become my muse.
My thoughts and ideas...My dreams and my fears
Have each been given a voice to use,
A voice that transcends color, language and yes...even time.
Who is she that found me...that chose me...that encouraged my contentment so?
She is the art of writing, an art that in many ways...
redefines what incites the creativity in my heart and inflames the passion in my soul.
She found me, she chose me....and now, I have discovered literary tranquility.
Written by Dani-C
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