"What's Your Muse?"
I dont know how it works for other writers, whether they have a muse or not, but the words generally, they just come to me. Sure we all write on what we know, and what we feel, and what we experience. I guess you could call those things our muse, or our inspiration. Sometimes, my friends inspire me to write, but its all basically how I feel on the subject. I dont know if there is a little angel that enters the room every now and then and puts the urge to write in my head. I dont know if there is such a thing. But the people around me and lifes obstacles, the world, everything is a cause to write. Theres so many different things out there, that make us stop and think, and wonder. We wonder, what if? Why? When? Who, what and where? And we cant forget, how? We all believe and think very differently, mainly because of how we were raised, where we grew up, and the things we've been through, but we've all been through something, and if we are able to write about it, it means we survived. We write to help ourselves deal with what happened, and hope maybe it can help someone else. That could be our muse. Our readers. I know I want people to read what I write, and let me know what they think, and I'd like to think that some of what I write will make a difference for the better. I'd like to think that people can relate, like when I hear songs on the radio, or wherever, theres so many of them I can relate to. The lyrics. and they help me cope with how I feel, and make me wonder. I just hope my poetry can reach an audience and do the same. Maybe, even be a muse to them. To write, or just to make them feel better about themselves, and know they are not alone.
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