MUSE

If I said I don’t speak to be heard would you believe me?

I said I speak to be felt would you take me literally?

I speak for the standing hairs on your arms, the taste buds on your tongue, that adrenaline rush you feel after a hype song.

See I don’t speak to persuade you but I do hope to change you.

There’s a difference in approach, you either get it or you don’t.

See I’d never tell you what to do instead I drop small hints and clues, small reminders of the pathways to a avoid

See we can piece the clues together like Shaggy & Scoob.

But if you fall fault to ignorance then maybe I am not for you.

I am not for the faint-hearted instead I am the truth, In fact with my ego aside, see me as a muse.

Not in the sense that I pave the way for what you do, I’ll just play a small role in guiding you.

Aunty JC, counsellor of the year, you can call me what you like.

I am the one who is up listening to your problems at night.

Finding solutions for every problem but my own, you could say it’s cathartic since I’m in my zone.

But for you my words resembled that 1 diamond amongst coal.

That lucky charm you attach to yourself everywhere you go.

My words carry weight like a brick among stones.

Then again it’s up to you if you decide to take that brick home.

Like whether or not you decide to absorb the message behind this poem.

I am not saying use me as a role model, since perfection isn’t something I uphold.

All I’m saying is let me guide you a little as you take that brick home.