Hits me at midnight,
comes to me on a snowflake
falling on my arm,
Never knocks
and comes when I least expect it.

Becomes a poem,
transform’s life into an array
of experiences,
reunites me with everything that passed,
emotions consumes me
but releases me after I write.

Inspiration forms me into
a free spirit,
and an innovator,
a moon walker,
a star bringing wishes to your door.

© By Amanda D Shelton

“I hate traffic jam’s that’s why I write, so my thoughts won’t cause a traffic jam of ideas. It would be a pile up. “





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