Saturday, October 18, 2008

The empty page

The empty page stares back at me with silent reproach,
Seeming to whisper:
Say something!
Speak from the heart!

But my mind, my soul seem as blank as the page,
Mumbling in defense:
Nothing to say…
My heart grows tired…

Once I wrote with passion about joy and pain:
Madness and grief,
Children and regret,
Death and sorrow,
Nature and wonder,
Dreams and hope.

But now only muffled echoes linger on,
Fading to silence:
Without emotion…
Waiting for stillness.


Thom said...

And yet the page is empty no more... there is great opportunity in silence and the stillness you await.

Written with great wisdom - as always.