As I come to write, I blank.
Its like I have so much to say and then it all stops.
Why?
As I come to write,
It’s like the woman holding the pen is new,
Shaken yet steady
Healing but hurting
As I come to write,
a baby cries and scatters my thoughts among the floor. Finding them among the puzzle piecies, magnetic tiles and shoes seems…
Daunting.
But Why?
Maybe its cause the girl who used to walk the train tracks is gone…
The one who drove drunk and sang to the morning sun. Maybe its cause our song has changed.
Gained a few voices along the way.
Maybe its cause the girl who used to find herself in others, is starting to fill the gaps in. Maybe its cause those new voices slowed her down enough that she was able to understand that alone, she is whole.
Yet, as I come to write.. I blank.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
As I come to write, I blank.
Its like I have so much to say and then it all stops.
Why?
As I come to write,
It’s like the woman holding the pen is new,
Shaken yet steady
Healing but hurting
As I come to write,
a baby cries and scatters my thoughts among the floor. Finding them among the puzzle piecies, magnetic tiles and shoes seems…
Daunting.
But Why?
Maybe its cause the girl who used to walk the train tracks is gone…
The one who drove drunk and sang to the morning sun. Maybe its cause our song has changed.
Gained a few voices along the way.
Maybe its cause the girl who used to find herself in others, is starting to fill the gaps in. Maybe its cause those new voices slowed her down enough that she was able to understand that alone, she is whole.
Yet, as I come to write.. I blank.
