Many have followed my trail of ink,
My long and winding path of words,
For I have left behind a detailed map!
Upon every pebble that leads the way
To my precious cache of heartfelt thoughts
There is a distinctive mark.
Although it was never my choice
To carve my initials in the sands of time,
From the gentlest nudge of my muse,
To her most persistent shove,
I have followed my heart.
My emotional journey is an open book!
The mighty quill has prevailed
Through joy and sadness, hope and despair,
Every peak I have scaled, and every valley
Where I have laid my head
Against Mother Nature’s gentle breast.
My muse never abandons me,
I have always felt her presence.
She embraces my soul,
And I never struggle to resist her.
For she whispers words of encouragement,
She comforts when I am lost,
She lifts me from dark places,
She creates laughter from tears!
She believes in me!
But sometimes I wonder,
Am I worthy of my muse?
© Annabel Sheila