Writing about not being able to write
Words have become empty shells.
Empty hulls on the floor.
They once held something of value.
But it has long since been consumed.
They tingled and tantalized the tongue then gone.
Now just empty shells.
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I can attest to that from years of journal writing and failed poetry attempts which for some reason I seem unable to part with. Seeing all those shells littering the ground is very saddening. And they hurt like can be when you’re walking all over them every day. it’s just such an effort to sort through them all.
Short, sweet, and to the point. And as memorable in its own way as The Offering is to me.
Beautiful
I always pray that He does not take my gift and talent away. I think He knows I would then cease to exist.
I think, my friend that our words need to die sometimes because they run out of meaning. Then after a time they are reborn like new wine skins filled with new wine. Sometimes I get so filled with words they loose meaning and I need quietness. I am glad you continue to stop by.