MUSE

Well, people often seem to wish for themselves as a muse , a muse to be written about , a muse for whom someone would yearn ,a muse whose presence would be desired for ,a muse for whom one would burn. A someone who would feel blessed to breathe the same air as them, a someone who would laud their beauty in metaphors, a someone who would drape them in pearls and gems .They want to feel loved.They want to feel alive. They want to feel included , just enough to hide : hide the sorrows within them,hide the  estrangement sewn in, hide the burning inside, hide it deep , hide it wide…