Brigid Bishop on Life, Love and The Art of Living

Inspiration

What drives us to passion?

What masks our pain?

What keeps us from sleeping and drives us insane?

Those empty promises, spoken - unashamed.

Whispers of futures yet to unfold.

Empty illusions, souls that are cold.

Wanting contentment, seeking our peace.

A love that won't bind us, but stays within reach.

We act on impulse, fan the flames of desire.

We want a soothing love, but get burned with desire.

The hurt and rejection serve to inspire.

We reek of emotion and tangle with lust.

Yes, inspiration, we do what we must.

Leave the door open, write it down again.

The pen and the paper, our constant friend.

A footstep?

No, Just a lonely tree's moan.

We are inspired, but our soul stands alone.

Bridget J. Delfine

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