Inspiration (10/11/2016)

Inspiration
Is sometimes spelled pain
And the words flow straight
From your tattered veins
Inspiration
Is sometimes spelled joy
And the words bubble forth
With a strength none can destroy
Inspiration
Is sometimes spelled loss
And the words are a raft
To carry you across
Inspiration
Is sometimes spelled love
And the words fall around you
As though sent from above
Inspiration
Is sometimes nothing more than perspiration
The words are just work
What an odd little quirk

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