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Events of many dark days
and nights
pile high upon my head,
weighing me down,
until such a time as I find peace;
enough equilibrium
to process them.
Every time I glimpse
a small reprieve,
something else will conspire
to knock the whole pile flying,
knock me off my feet
and rain down hard upon me.
Now, a curious calm has emerged.
Words queue up in my throat
with the intent on giving my feelings voice;
and I am unwilling, or unable,
to speak.
And so, we reach as an impasse
as I stand here, blinking confusedly
in the rain.
This is brilliant, Ellie. Captivating and enchanting although filled with pain.
I hope your dark skies brighten soon.
Thank you. Today I really didn’t know what to do, so decided to write something! It helped a bit. I’m a stop-start writer, and always feel like each poem is my last because I can’t REALLY do it!
Ellie….keep writing whether you think it’s good or not doesn’t matter.We all write because we have to.We all write to ease our pain or share our joy….share away.
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Powerfully penned, Ellie. This is an amazing write my friend. I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
Some words are meant to be found but not spoken. Those are the words waiting to be listened to and not just heard 🌼
Sometimes the words are back-building. When they’re ready, clear a path. Beautifully written