The Muse

To Lose 

Is one of the greatest gifts 

God can give.  

We see it as a curse 

When good things  

Leave  

Our lives 

But the lesson learned  

Is wisdom we  

Accrue. 

The Blues 

They sing to us  

Reminders of joy 

And of hurt  

We escaped 

How our hearts have been  

Scarred 

For all eternity... 

But the joy  

That came  

Before the hurt 

We cherish much more 

It is captured 

In our souls 

Etched; like a drawing 

Made anew 

With every memory. 

We can Choose 

To keep the love  

Of the past alive 

Resurrected solely 

For servitude 

As can we  

Revive 

The suffering  

We endured  

At the hands  

Of the ones  

We've adored 

With all of our might 

To provide us  

Recollection 

To avoid repetition  

Of past mistakes 

Or simply 

To collect  

Mementos 

For our safekeeping 

That we may  

Never forget  

What our love  

Can do. 

We Peruse 

Through keepsakes; 

Vestiges 

Of a troubled existence 

Of love found 

And then lost again 

Our life experiences 

Like a book  

That is written 

For our instruction 

And as a  

Souvenir; 

A token 

Of remembrance 

That our love 

Is Sincere  

And  

Genuine 

Through and through. 

Abused 

But yet loved once; 

Each adventure,  

A badge we earn 

Of survival. 

To reminisce 

Of fondness 

Is to wear  

Blessed adornment 

Like a magnificent 

Tattoo. 

Accused 

Sometimes 

By others 

Of holding onto 

Bygones 

But even  

They know 

Deep down 

That love 

Is a gift 

A hardship 

A curse 

And a donation 

From God  

To benefit 

Our future 

And we should be 

More afraid 

If to ourselves  

We are  

Untrue. 

The Muse 

A blessing 

A curse 

Depressing  

Diverse 

For better 

And worse 

It challenges 

First 

But then  

Sings a verse 

Of humanity... 

It’s all in how  

You construe.