# Poem #56: Inspiration

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry, inspiration, writing

#57 of Poetry

I'm a writer. 'Nuff said. Enjoy.

_Inspiration_

The wind is flowing  
Through my veins I feel  
Rushing up through my chest  
Quivering at the top  
It's going to burst  
And the mess it makes  
Will enlighten humanity

My hand trembles  
With ink against the page  
Slashes and curves and dots  
Mark my legacy

My eyes see the void  
My fingers pluck matter from it  
My pen records the substance  
And my mind embellishes it

I let the fire burning inside  
Brighten its flame until  
Its work has been done

An uncovered piece of me  
Lies exposed  
Now the world will read it  
They smile and ask  
"Where does it come from?"

To which I always reply:  
"It just is."

~bhscorch

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