So oft have I invoked thee for my muse,
He nailed it on the head; everyone has a muse. That person that invokes feelings that must be put onto paper or burst within your soul. They give the ‘mighty pen’ its power! Those feelings and desires pushing across the page forever captured in ink—out of the heart for a moment giving peace until it returns, relentlessly.
The feelings invoked can be good, can be angry or can be righteous. Or perhaps they’re nothing more than memories sparked by a word, a gesture, a scent. Memories of times so far gone that they have become soft and gentle with distance, but at the time were hard and sharp.
Those eyes, that smile, that laugh—all perfect now. And you desire nothing more. Time heals all wounds but does not always dampen all feelings. Not when a mere mention can send the flame coursing through your veins again…reminding you of what once was—and what shall never be.
This, my muse, is why I write.