The Pages Didn’t Page
It just didn’t hit this year,
The pages didn’t lure me…
Inferior to my peers,
Fear I’ve numbed too securely
It just didn’t hit this year,
The pages didn’t spill out…
And the ink blots were not smeared
Across pages that stay in doubt
Now those blank pages will haunt
With reflective avoidance
As internal voices taunt,
Even they stew in annoyance
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So glad to be poet-ing with you again this year! I think it’s a hard/strange year for most….. I struggled too. I always love reading your work- and I know the words will flow when they’re ready!
I feel like we truly connect through our writing and I hold great appreciation for that, Leah.
Thank you for meeting me where I am 🙂 and for your ongoing encouragement.
You really crushed it this year!!!!
What a beautiful piece; they sure flowed here. It’s a really special gift to be able to write about fear and wordlessness; I’ve never managed that. Thanks for this. Silence is its own art and medium as well, for those who listen for others’. Sounds like you got a lot done this month. Peace be with you in your process <3
Agree with Elle, truly a gift to “write about fear and wordlessness”
And yes, the words flowed here!