"Needed Inspiration" a poem on wishful thinking


I am the answer



I am the question



And sometimes I am just …



Blank.



Blank pages, canvas, screen



Will the words come to me?



Will I know what they mean?



Will they share their grace?



Have me shed a tear or put a smile



Upon my face?



When inspiration strikes



It’s like lightning from the skies



Flashing as a bolt before my eyes

And I am a vision



A voice wondering in the desert sands



Will the story find me



And give itself to the writer’s waiting hands?

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