I Do Not Find Inspiration In Sadness Poem by Bridget Sipher

I do not find inspiration in sadness,
it does not dwell in my pen.

Nor does it thrive inside a broken heart
and won't walk me through the grief.
It brings a flood of tears, drowning the paper
and wipes thoughts into smudges.

No, I don't find inspiration in darkness,
it does not liberate my muse.
Instead will freeze the ink, and evaporate
what's already written into nothingness.

It is a bird, wounded and dying,
faraway and out of reach.

I do not have a friend in Inspiration,
it is a flower blooming in spring,
and withers away
as times get colder.