Inspiration comes with a choice.
A chance given to ourselves,
By our inner strive for freedom,
Of happiness,
Of life.
To look at the sky,
And see blue again,
Instead of grey,
That is my freedom.
To look at the grass,
And see green again,
Instead of black,
That is my happiness.
To look at the trees,
And feel the wind again,
Instead of suffocating,
That is my life.
Nature inspired me.
The colors fueled me.
The sounds drove me.
I regret the day I stopped being inspired,
And that is my daily.
-JMM
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Life-Sized Poetry
PoetryThis is a compilation of any and all of my poetry. Some are based on personal events whilst others are just thoughtful insights that I put in stanzas. There is no formal style I use. Basically, I let my fingers rest on the keyboard and let them fly...
