Inspiration
Is the most delicious sensation,
But sometimes it so subtlety lingers,
That you only recognize it was there
After it ebbs from the tips of your fingers.
Sometimes it is fleeting;
Knocks you off your feet with its greeting.
And it leaves you frantically searching for a pen,
So that you don’t forget when the block sets in… Again.
Inspiration may come from within
Or it may come from a friend.
A Taylor Swift look-alike with stitched on wings,
Or a man with intense eyebrows who may or may not be able to imagine the joy he brings.

Inspiration is the lift after the crescendo of a kiss;
Where every emotion swims inside of you,
As if you are an ocean of bliss;
It is looking into their eyes
And being surprised,
Because they were good,
And the whole night was better than I ever thought it could.

Inspiration is writing this
Rambling poem waiting for you to call.

Inspiration is being brave enough to express yourself;

Despite society preferring you to maintain
Concrete walls that shatter the reality of The All.
So I think I’ll call you-
Maybe I’ll get inspired too.

Heather Marie Bontrager 12/19/2013

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