MR.INSPIRATION
MR.INSPIRATION
Inspiration, the unforeseen guest
Slips through the cracks of the bolted door
In the minute for sleep
In the second after a heartbreak
You kiss his cheeks as you grab a pen
To write down the words on your hands
Words trickle into you nose
Like the aroma of freshly baked cookies.
The inspiration is here so you sit
To welcome it into its new lodging
You wait for it to reply, react and respond
You wait
You wait for minutes, hours and even days
But Mr. Inspiration could not bother
A word written but then erased
Hand frozen with the pencil
Waiting for Mr. Inspiration to make its move.
Mr. inspiration is to be birthed
Oozing it out the body into your own baby
Takes pain, blood and torn emotions
Wailing through nights of despair
Hands garnished of blood with
The beds furnished with tears
The creation of something beautiful
Is never easy.
But even after its bloom
There is the need to nurture
Pour milk into its mouth during the wails
Rock it along the daily routines
Sit and Stare while it naps soundly
Leaving you empty
Oh ! how we hate those little devils sometimes
For their drawings on the walls
And their art with nutritious food.
And oh ! we can’t live without them
Mr. Inspiration comes uninvited
But never says a word
He longs to jump into the refreshments
On the living room table
But cannot
For he needs your consent first.
So, ask yourself,
Am I ready to write.