Thursday, May 26, 2016

Rusty

Silence greeted my gentle nudges
A lack of words or movement
So silence became the mode of functioning
And settled into a comfortable corner

To speak would admit a rustiness
A need for practice, for repetition
A need for patience and perseverance
Silence was much easier

But I miss the beautiful melodies
My pen used to weave across my paper
The radiance and joy that came to me
When forming words into masterpieces

So I picked up my pencil today
And wrote of the hollowness I've felt
For in my impatience and unwillingness to make effort
I set aside my greatest tool for growth

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