The Sting

I just know that I’ve been bitten,

but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.

It does not come from an insect,

but it has got under my skin.

I’ve been bitten by inspiration,

now itching to move ahead.

I’m able to look more clearly

on things I used to dread.

I’m inspired to move forward,

blurred vision is clearing up.

I see myself fulfilled at last,

I sup from the happiness cup.

The bite was right and timely,

as it woke me from my sleep.

From a nest of the imagined,

that, I do not want to keep.

~

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