My Inspirations
The sun rising, and shining, and providing;
The moon evading, and deceiving, and proclaiming;
The stars sparkling, and flying, and wishing;
The earth spinning, and growing, and alive -
That’s what I’m inspired by.
Watching flowers of red, yellow, and pink bloom every spring;
Sipping slurpees while fireworks boom in the summer;
Jumping in leaf piles and making hand turkeys during the fall;
Singing carols round a fire with cocoa at the winter -
That’s how I’m inspired.
Hidden smiles from a stranger when nobody’s looking;
Laughs of loved ones when we’re all together;
Grins belonging to boys I think I might like;
Smirks from enemies when they think they’ve won -
This inspires me a ton.
On the bad days when nothing goes right, and everything is wrong;
When the world is falling apart, and I just can’t take it anymore,
and I think I’ll cry until I’m sore,
I have to just keep on keeping on -
I’m even inspired on these bad days because my faith is never gone.
So, you see,
Inspiration is, to me,
Not something that just comes and goes.
Its presence is everywhere - in the things you love and the things you hate.
It’s not about what they are or how they behave,
Having inspiration comes from those
Moments in time that touch you and show you.
They show you what is, what was, and what will be.
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