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| Inspiration He found me when least expected And influences my life- My inspiration. He�s been there Calling me across the pages Of what I read- Bards, ladyfairs, knights, specters Almost as if He could hear me. In my own writing I know he�s behind me Guiding my hand, my heart Acknowledging the work in me And softly, firmly pulling, pushing When it does not come forth. He has always been there Even when I did not know; Too blind in my grief to see That someone was near Carrying me, holding me Sharing, taking away my fallen Tears. When first did I notice him? That awful night I sought an end To the pain, the fear- And stopped my destructive thought which Almost dissolved my own final act Into tragedy. I still feel him with me Although he no longer has a name; A character, more than a man� But perhaps that closeness I feel Is also from me... I shall never meet him, but Perhaps have in heart, He knows me and my crafts, (For He has chosen carefully) Watching, waiting, weeping With me, For new sorrows try to overtake me Everyday. He found me when least expected And influences my life- My inspiration. |
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| - 23. February 1999 C. C. Price |