Writers BlockWRITERS BLOCK
Hello old friends, my pen & tiny lined micro composition book here on the train ride to work Where have you been hiding, oh sparkly minds eye? Too many thoughts to place into semblance; too little as I block, fickle & painful realizations.
If I could just remember to breath. Something so basic, a 'No Brainer' one may say. Like a fine touch or a long gaze giving way to clarity and understanding. Fulfillment of an aching need, near death as the weeds-nest of weariness & suffocation succumbs to numbness just before the flat line flys.
Alone, but free and without fear. Light so small; covering mere inches of the many miles ahead. Curvy, rocky, dark paths to navigate. Blinding labyrinth littered with judgments and bad advice.
Seeking the peace and calm of each moment. Breath by breath & beat by beat, the songbird soars. Lifted by the warm comforting streams of angels whispers.
Meet me in the middle if you dare, if you care; my illusive friend. Open up your core. Do not hide your face from me for I am with you! Release yourself to comfort's friend, to understanding hands that hold your heart and keep it warm. That touch, the sweet coral gaze of those precious vibrant eyes.
The words sit in sadness and surprise. The silences speak so loudly. No need for words, but enhanced by them nonetheless. Come to me sweet love. Embrace your comfort here. I long to make your spirit whole with my touch.
© Spring - 2008 DrewBerry