To my Muse

It has been awhile. I had thought that I had lost that feeling, that urge to write, but all along it has been there. I was told when I was 18 that I found my Muse. Cocky and arrogant I never even loved her, over the years I have taken her for granted. I did not take as much time as I should have to nurture her. I felt that she had left me or forsaken me but it was the opposite, I had turned my back on her. All the while she stood by my side wanting and needing my guidance. So now I want to take my time and groom her, listen to her, and to give her that attention that she has always craved.

Somewhere along the way I began to believe in writers block, and the dreaded mental freeze, but a great writer once said that there is no such thing, "for there is only writing, no matter what you write just let it flow and your words will form their own meaning." So I'm going to let my words be my guide.

I have been side tracked by self doubt, and the doubt of others. But my Muse spoke to me the other day and told me that today is day 1 of the rest of my life. I shall never again take for granted this gift that was giving to me. For my Muse has been my love from a young age and she has always listened when no one else would. She has held me though my lonely nights, and rejoiced in my triumphs. She has been my tears when I could no longer cry, my laughter when nothing was funny, my light in the dark, and my salvation when I needed saving.

Thank you for never doubting me and always being there even when I thought you had left me, you always let it be known that you were here to stay and now I shall return the favor. Thank you for being my voice.

Forever indebted,

lakiamaria