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.
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- Galen
- I worked as a pediatric occupational therapist for 30 years, in both the public schools and in the home health setting. I was on long-term disability for 2 years, but it ran out. I'm hoping to open a new type of practice within the year. I'm a single adoptive mom of 10 children (all now adults) with special needs, including cerebral palsy, spina bifida, dwarfism, developmental delay, traumatic brain injury, and schizophrenia. I am also a dog lover, heart attack survivor, proud Boomer, occasional poet, progressive Democrat, and a pretty nice person.
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1 comments:
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.
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