Inspiration.
Hidden collaboration.
The sender, unaware.
The receiver,
eternally grateful.
Silently sparking
synaptic activity,
it flows,
illuminating the
darkest reaches
of my mind.
Its light burns on,
setting fire to
the cobwebs
in my mind.
Ideas spring forth,
breaking the chains
that bound them once
to a life inside my brain
inside my pen.
Its light burns on
setting fire to
the cobwebs
in my mind.
Ideas spring forth,
breaking the chains
that bound them once
to a life inside my brain
inside my pen.
Hidden collaboration.
The sender, unaware.
The receiver,
eternally grateful.
Silently sparking
synaptic activity,
it flows,
illuminating the
darkest reaches
of my mind.
Its light burns on,
setting fire to
the cobwebs
in my mind.
Ideas spring forth,
breaking the chains
that bound them once
to a life inside my brain
inside my pen.
Its light burns on
setting fire to
the cobwebs
in my mind.
Ideas spring forth,
breaking the chains
that bound them once
to a life inside my brain
inside my pen.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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