Poetry|Inspiration|This Happened to Me

A poem about lost creativity

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You heard it tiptoe in the early hours.
Somewhere at that sliver in between
The magic moondown, darkest night
when stars still give sufficient hope
of beauty, and the story’s promise seeds
your tired soul with its creative light.

A writer’s left-side brain has served you well
at midnight throbbing…