The Pain of Inspiration

The Pain of Inspiration 

If I had said no, if I had stayed home that cold January night; I could have possibly avoided the pain of inspiration. 

Though, in doing so, I may never have put pen to paper or even made my way back to my art. 

The pain if inspiration is what I found that night, a love to torture me while expanding my creative side; a whole new sensation. 

Inside the pain of inspiration, lays so much potential, and an agony beyond words as it breaks my heart! 

 

If I had stayed home, I may have avoided the pain of inspiration, may have avoided the damage to my heart; but I would have missed out on so much. 

I may have missed out on the pain, on the millions if tears I have shed on sleepless nights, I also would have missed out on the good too. 

Inspiration is a double edged sword, making me take the pain with what inspires me, from the first to the last touch. 

Bringing me something good, something positive to help me cope with the agony that unlocked something new! 

 

The pain of inspiration can destroy me or lift me up, the choice is mine and mine alone. 

Take the pain, accepting my reward of pretty words on paper, and an artistic mind that never stops, or let it drag me under. 

I choose my reward, riding these waves of pain, crying these tears, and I continue; on my own. 

I will endure as I always have, making the best out of what I am given, and thrive; announcing my acceptance with a clap of thunder! 

 

-Angela Stull