50th Post: A word with her

She knocked my door while I was quite
When I longed for her, she never arrived
Oh she is a deceiver of her own kind
Opportunity never gives a foul cry

I asked the possibilities not to shout
But they are stubborn and never hushed the sound
Oh she is a traveler of her mind
Chooses the companions of a desperate kind

When I am lost she seems someone to rely on
But with a mood like her it’s rare to respond
Oh she doesn’t always grows on a fertile ground
Creativity often arrives without a sound

I never realized she was there
In all my doubts and all my fears
Oh she was the one who kept me alive
Hope exist that’s why I survive