My muse seems to be my suffering.

Well that sounds crazy to read

yet in truth this I speak.

The grip and the ledge

is what gives me this edge.

It takes me to a higher sight,

another height, a different pike.

It exposes the mending of a soul in session,

a heart’s confession and an honest obsession.

To see the light in every shade, to heal the deepest

cut and to overcome the darkest of pains.

This I say is my point of relation, where

I convey a reason of existing.

As my view is just another

that connects to every other.

And perhaps through me, I’ll ease

the confusion of at least one suffering. If I

confidently display this side, of a life fully lived

on this unavoidable ride, that we all are on.

At times the melody will be more

soothing than the lyrical song.

Yet this is how we carry on and emerge.

This is how our greatest hours are delivered,

through the honesty of heartache, this inevitable muse.

That transpires a new, delectable fruit and a harvest bloom.

We had to experience this side of the journey to see,

the trueness of actual glory in its immensity.