Inspiration

A Poem

My medicine
Is not a pill
It’s an underrated skill

Of turning to the blank page
Filling it with words
Feelings

I let it flow
Let it bleed
Onto the white

The clean
Untouched
Pristine

I write
Create from the unseen
From an infinite well

Of inspiration

It pours out of me
Again and again

It takes little effort
No need to try

Somehow, miraculously
The fountain
The stream
Never runs dry

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