Returning to the Muse

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Scared.
Nervous.
Terrified
I sit to write for the first time in many months.

She awaits,
this Muse I have kept dormant.
Patient/Impatient
She has waited for me.

I reach for her.
Or more accurately,
Stop ceasing to reach,
And am overwhelmed
To find her here.

She quivers.
She flits.
Onto her toes in anticipation,
She darts
As she senses my approach
and alights.

She is
Welcoming beyond deserving.
I have been undiligent.
She is too kind.

Like an old friend who needs no catching up.
Like a breath that breathes the body.
She is here and I am alive again.

Let’s begin.