Divine Waters

This is about how, when writer's block is gone, the urge to write just can suddenly flow back into you.

There is also a broader context of suddenly finding inspiration to something you couldn't be bothered to do before

We're all as guilty as the next

But as the workings of my mind began to unfurl

My eyes glanced through the veil of the world

Wondering if we've been blessed or hexed

As it endeavours to besiege our blood 

 

I'm writing it all down

But I'm sure these words are not mine

Is it me or another power

Is this flow destructive or divine

 

We see things through different eyes

The rivers waters come through and embrace

The words of the world longing to escape

Burning bright but then it begins to die

How quickly it begins to besiege my blood

 

I'm writing it all down

But I'm sure these words are not mine

Is it me or another power

Is this flow destructive or divine

 

The End

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