Humble spark

I savor the days were my mind is steaming,
Breathing in sweet victory,
A sauna of thought,
Beautiful flow,
A simple orchid,
Limitless in growth,
My muse ,creativity, my beautiful monster,
Striking with inconsistency,
Some times strong,
Ever so hot,
but just like a flame,
She will whither in time,
In the most unkind moments,
She will stutter
sputter, and stop,
leaving me helpless.

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