Bold Muse Poem by Aria Siren

Bold Muse



You can't be afraid of the truth
She whispers this to me sometimes
She pushes from inside my rib cage
Gliding me towards the cliff
Towards boldness I don't possess
I fall over the edge screaming
But she pulls the string to my parachute
Just as I feel the jump's caress

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Love my bold muse-wish she would resurface more often.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Søren Valentine 10 March 2014

This thing inside, this spirit that consumes you from within like a relentless tyrant... it pushes one to envision you as split in two. An aria of melodic joy on the surface, constricted and bound by illusions of perfection strewn with the underlying imperfection. Yet also a (to quote you) bold muse that wants freedom. And the whispers that hover within my own ears as I read this poem hide a subtle tone of treachery. At least your inner muse provides a parachute to ease the fall.

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Alla Simone 08 February 2013

Towards boldness I don't possess ;) Thanks for sharing.

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Gajanan Mishra 24 January 2013

Gliding me towards the cliff. thanks. I like it.

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