A Muse

I am overwhelmed with newfound clarity that has found me after years of a clouded mind. My eagerness for productivity stems from the miracle of a muse. A loving muse who showers me with poetic and inspirational words. A muse who sees and accepts my imperfections. Someone who finds beauty in the unconventional and pushes me towards the light. The light in my soul has never shined brighter as I am introduced to positive energy and self-love.
I open my blinds each morning to the Los Angeles sunshine after years of darkness. I walk the beach and find structure in a life that once ate me away with doubts of love and being loved. I now fill my days with creative outlets once dampened by the storm of my internal chaos and misery. I now am jolted towards hope by the electrifying love that ignites the power of my mind.
My once tortured mind opens and blossoms into connections that push me towards synchronicities and a daily scheduled pattern. I now have purpose. I now feel to be of value as I openly share the depths of wisdom I’ve discovered through survival. I would have done anything to survive.
I love life in all of its heartache and loss. I forever love my muse and continue to transcend the limits of my creative abilities. I continue to surprise myself each day between thoughts of him. I’ve welcomed him into my dreams. I’ve welcomed him to my fight of love and loss during life’s miraculous journey.






