Muse Poem by Katelin Taylor

I have no muse now. No lover to sing
The anger is gone, and now it's just me
The beautiful train wreck, the fiery dart
The lonely, the healing, the ruin become art.

My canvas is once again blank, and I sigh
For I no longer live, yet I no longer die
I no longer feel, but for now I suppose
That's all for the best - I'm naïve, heaven knows.

I'm lonely - it's true, but it won't be for long
Til I see my sweet prince and he'll answer my song
I'll be glad that I waited these years for my beau
He'll find me at last and we'll reap what we've sown.

My heart is all spent and now lies down to rest
A spell of transition do merit the best
I sit here in silence, awaiting the call
Of my Savior to action, to burst through the wall.