April Showers

Why is it so hard to find inspiration when everything seems to be going wrong?

When the flowers in my garden are no longer blooming. . .

When my rose petals wither and tilt into frowns of mine that are no longer beautiful?

Where is the inspiration when the rain fails to wash away my pain?

and my summer days turn into heat waves. . .

I've been looking for inspiration when my happiness is astray,

and my world isn't quite spinning, yet it is turned upside down.

During my darkest hour, inspiration hides from me,

forcing me to find her beneath my crown.