Muse, Where are You?
All I want to do is write.
But the words are just not there.
It is not far.
I sit and meditate.
Still, my muse refuses
To make it clear.
Where did my muse go?
I do not know.
I will have to wait and see
If my muse returns to me.
I know my muse must be near.
Mediation doesn’t work
So I sit and stare at a blank screen.
My muse is being mean.
My muse cannot be seen.
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a freelance writer, blogger, poet, art lover, pet owner, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda has a Master’s Degree in Metaphysical Science from the University of Metaphysics. A few years back she decided it was time to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences. She has been blogging for over 15 years. Brenda specializes in writing poetry, short stories, writing tips, and product reviews. Because of her spiritual background, she writes articles on spiritual healing, spiritual philosophy, dream interpretations, anything in the metaphysical field, and health and wellness essays and articles. She is the author of Writing Through the Soul.
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Writing Through the Soul 
I think your muse is there with you, would you mind asking it if it has seen mine please. Thanks 😀
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Very true! 😊
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Relatable!!!! It’s like you wrote my heart out 😄😄. Very well penned ❤️
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Some days we can find our muse and other days we can’t.
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I would say your muse was there while you wrote this piece; maybe your muse has a sense of humour. 😀
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I thik so. It comes and goes when it feels like it. Mostly, it likes to appear in the middle of the night.
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