Muse
She has inspired dreamy poems,
but has never wrote her own.
She has inspired photo shoots and artistic pursuits,
but never was her own muse.
She has inspired sultry lyrics and melodies,
but never knew her worth was beyond free.
Offerings of lust filled poems decorate her memories,
yet she doesn't honor her quiet victories.
Brilliant colors decorate canvases in tribute to her being seen,
but she still doesn't recognize her inner queen.
How is it that they could see something she never did,
in those still moments even when she hid.
They saw her deep worth;
a worth she couldn't fathom or unearth
Many would take what she freely gave,
but now she is the one she will save.
—Melina Powers
“I’m going to be my own best friend, stick with me ‘til the end; Won’t lose myself again, never, no. ‘Cause there’s a stronger woman, a stronger woman in me.”