I am
my own inspiration,
to the sound of my beating heart.
Thumps play
transmuting words
to launch a poem
for white screen.

I am
my own inspiration,
to the breath that fuels.
Vibrations
tantalize air
metamorphosing
into words
for scripted page.

I am
my own inspiration,
to the visions that ground.
Rhymes to reason materializes
with creative flow
for phases to land
on white runway.

And for me to whisper gratitude.