Bold Muse Comments

This thing inside, this spirit that consumes you from within like a relentless tyrant... it pushes one to envision you as split in two. An aria of melodic joy on the surface, constricted and bound by illusions of perfection strewn with the underlying imperfection. Yet also a (to quote you) bold muse that wants freedom. And the whispers that hover within my own ears as I read this poem hide a subtle tone of treachery. At least your inner muse provides a parachute to ease the fall.

Towards boldness I don't possess ;) Thanks for sharing.

Gliding me towards the cliff. thanks. I like it.