There is a window
you can’t see through
because…
opaque
brain fog
clutters
your screen
with self-sabotage
booze
and trivial tv
Let inspiration
clean it
with poets and sages
or your own thoughts
that were hidden there
Get alone
with something
that speaks
to you
and
Reject
the swarms
of the soulless
Trust yourself
to stay in bed
for hours
in a dark room
until venturing
outside
is
a rebirth
into
bright
sunshine.
Just Poetry 
Well written 🙂
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Thanks! I appreciate the comment. 🙂
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I could use a little rebirth at the moment!
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Wait until you’re ready and then walk out into the sun. I hope you’re doing okay Liz. I’m remembering my uncle right now and how he used to take me golfing. I have one of those moods where the muse is constant. I feel light headed.
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I hope to get out into the sun on Saturday and just “be” for a day. I just read your uncle post. Tell your muse to keep ’em coming!
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Will do! Thanks Liz! 🙂
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