The Poet's Diary

 

I had a little muse who, not too long ago,

Lived inside my head, but why, I do not know.

He held the words and coddled them,

and when I was upset

Whispered them into my ear

So I would not forget—

That pain is lessened when it's shared,

but when I am alone

writing words can save the soul,

although they're never shown.

 (© 2000 Connie S. Tettenborn)