My Muse. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

My Muse.

She comes and sits next to me unexpectedly—
sometimes when I'm daydreaming,
sometimes late at night when I can't sleep.
It seems she always arrives at the right moment,
with the perfect words to help me escape
the heaviness of today.

She's been here since I was a child—
offering gentle advice,
or sparking something inside me
that inspires me to release my thoughts
like wild birds into the wind.

She takes my hand,
and through my pen, I bleed out my mind—
letting go of the pressure
that sometimes suffocates me.

Beautiful inspiration.
My everlasting friend.
The one who stays
when everything and everyone else disappears.
My Muse—
the reason I continue to write
the misunderstood thoughts in my mind.

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