Muse.

Remember!

Remember.
Remember what it felt like – what it FEELS like to be that woman, that girl.
The daughter, mother, wife, woman, girl. Remember.
In tears and sorrow when no one wants to follow

your heart

is empty of causes

'cause you have no where to run to

until your ends have unraveled to reveal

threads of a thousand colors and fibers with which to renew

yours into ours

and we shall then follow

the strands down into the trembling hollow by her neck

waiting

awaiting

for the moment between the beats

warm lips

tentative breath

and she smiles upon us.

Then, and only then shall the first words be written.