by Cheryl Merrick
In a quiet room with a comfy chair
and large windows overlooking the world,
I found my poet's heart.
Within is a craving to experience
the hours of intense focus,
and the exquisite beauty
in the flashes of inspiration
which connect me to the divine.
I long to be warmed
by the energy of creating,
and to, at last, enjoy that tender moment
when I gently hold my new insight lantern high
filling it with light and hope,
then watch as it slowly rises
to sparkle in the world's dark night sky.
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