I reached a level of burn-out.
Life's burnout, I couldn't say.
When trying to write a poem,
My thought would stray and stray.
I thought it was a temporary state,
A burnt out at any rate.
It smote me with a dangerous sword,
It took my mind away from my mind.
And as I lay defeated,
And rolling around on the ground,
My body fell around and around,
But now the Muse said, 'stand up.'
I thoughtlessly listened to him.
I shook off all the dirt,
Off my shirt and skirt.
I thoughtfully gave him attention.
I quickly grabbed a plume,
And played it on the page.
Vera Sidhwa
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