# Inspire Me

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Poem, Poetry, muse, writing

#22 of National Poetry Writing Month

Some call it a muse. Some call it that voice in their head that pops up when they get a great idea for something. I just call it my inspiration. Specifically as it applies to my writing and poetry.

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How does your inspiration strike?

Does it brush your attention  
like the rustling of wind  
through the trees?

Does it tap steadily at the  
windows like a light rain on a   
cloudy day?

Does it knock harshly  
at the door or stand by  
patiently as you push it  
aside to attend to other matters?

My inspiration is a whirlwind.  
A tornado. An earthquake.  
A lightning bolt that crashes   
down three feet from where  
you are standing leaving  
you breathless and excited with  
fear and adrenaline.

My inspiration does not knock  
lightly or stand by patiently.  
No it slams open the door and   
races inside letting lose a constant  
stream of words before I can  
even begin to grasp what's going on.

I shoves aside all other cares and  
rips away whatever I have in my hands.  
It ignores all pleas I have about  
anything else and it forces me to pay  
attention.

It clears out any other thoughts  
or tasks and slams down its book  
full of ideas and theories with such  
relish and such enthusiasm that I   
cannot help but be captivated by  
its pride and satisfaction.

My inspiration does not whisper,  
it ROARS. It screams, it cries,  
it pounds at the door of my   
attention so loudly that  
I cannot accomplish anything  
until I first give it my full attention.

It refuses to be ignored and it  
works tirelessly in the  
background even after I   
am finally able to work again.

It writes itself in the pages of  
books and on the screens  
of tv shows. It whispers to  
me through the words others  
speak and write and it sings   
through the music filling my ears.

My inspiration comes not with  
a polite call for attention but   
with selfish demands and an  
insistence that I give it my  
exclusive devotion whenever it  
deems necessary to drop by.

My inspiration is all consuming.

And it supports me like nothing   
and no one else.

My inspiration refuses to be insulted.   
Mocked. Put down. Bullied.   
Disrespected. Abused. Reviled.

It will claw and tear and rip   
apart any who dare to say that  
it is not good enough. That I   
am not good enough.

It points out the flaws in  
my writing not to tear me  
down but to tell me that next   
time it will be even better  
than before.

It refuses to let me sit in   
misery or wallow in   
discouragement.

It believes that all obstacles  
can be overcome with enough  
will power and perseverance.

It will not allow me to listen  
to anyone who would tell me  
that my writing is not good   
enough.

My inspiration is loud.  
Demanding.  
Overzealous.  
Confident.  
Proud.  
Arrogant.  
It changes it's mind all the   
time and loses interest all to  
quickly sometimes.

But it has never let me down  
and it will never allow me  
to give up.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/P1EdGW3n
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