Terribly Poetic

Inspiration is what I
thought I was given
As thought, images, and words
come to me I see the truth
The truth is messy. The truth
is hard. It isn’t reality
and that is hard to swallow
The inspiration, the ideas that
I can share with others is
what I need.
There is hope. The clouds
are just starting to break.
There is mercy. How long
have I been closing my eyes.
There is grace. I know that
the truth didn’t need to
be given to me. That
there are others. But some
ideas are meant just
for you.