Into The Abyss
There is an abyss that lies beyond the mist of dreams,
A black curtain that beckons to be pulled free,
Inspiration, cloaked in dark shadows, just out of reach,
The muse is tempting, taunting, the edge of insanity.
A girl, a boy, a child, an adult,
Whatever its form, it is an old soul.
It holds the answer to all of the questions,
Leading me away from reality, forever toward the goal.
How far can I follow and remain who I am?
Can I write without this shape-shifting muse to lead the way,
Or have I already reached the point of no return?
I think to abandon, and the whispers come, torn, I must stay.
One step more I’m told. Just one step more.
The words string together and make a whispering hiss,
I follow the voice into the darkness, beyond the veil,
Into the abyss.
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You've identified the feeling beautifully and laid out the process that haunts all of us as we write. I'm honoured to read this KD. Very very well done, my friend…. don't make us wait so long for more, okay? ((hugs!))
Thanks Jo. I'll try.
Whoosh – beautifully written my friend, a slide into the abyss
Thanks Chris. I appreciate that my friend.
KD that’s beautiful. I’m falling into an abyss filled with creative talent like yourself.
Thanks Audrey. Sometimes we have to step outside of our comfort zones in order to grow. Left to myself I would be an introvert. It's an amazing feeling when you stretch into the unknown, not knowing exactly what you will find, but excited nonetheless.