Monday, May 24, 2010

A poetry "dump" on Inspiration~no editing allowed

Inspired by the people I surround myself with
So surrounded
The walls are closing in
Expanding inward, inward I may reverse into nothing
Opening outward and then I see the surrounding
There it is again, the inspiration that comes from every direction
It shows up when I am deflated
It leaves when I am full
It hovers until I am open enough to bring it back in
Why does it leave? I don't want it to
It only expires in my darkest place
When I don't trust the balance
When I question the light
It is in the balance that I find the inspiration once again
Then there you are, my inspiration in the form of those that surround me
So surrounded