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My Muses

  • Writer: Taylor Thomas
    Taylor Thomas
  • Jun 14, 2025
  • 1 min read

My muses are gone 

Well most of them I have four left 

Her; Me; My past; Family 

I will sit with all of them if it means I know why I am the way I am 

Not strong enough; I will have coffee with myself until I love myself again 

I've been pushed so far off shore by it, the uncomfortableness with myself 

But my other three muses will forever be a headlight to my deer 

Quaking and shaking with pain 

She sits with me 

Maybe I am worth being loved after all 

For it their harbours I sailed so uncomfortably from

 
 
 

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