inspired

I am seeking inspiration,

holed somewhere deep inside,

I wish I knew where it hides.

Just keeping faith intact,

can be so much of a task,

of your dreams and desires you were never asked.

Slowly, the rhythm of my patience

is waning away.

I am hoping that the short breath is just a small stress ball,

I am hoping that soon and surely this will come to a stand still.

And hope is the start of will.

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