Her Inner Poet

While she was sleeping, buried deep someplace beneath the buzz of reality and the cool, dark weight of the unconscious, her inner poet emerged.

He only appeared when she was so tired, so quiet and tired, that all she can do is lead with her senses and psychic energy.....

He was a strong personality, much bolder and spicier than she, and insisted often upon sharing what often many others did not wish to learn or hear.
And when he surfaced...he spoke anyway...

Afterall, someplace there is an audience undiscovered.