When I stopped hearing you, I stopped hearing the words -
The words that once flowed so easily from the tips of my fingertips and that sprawled
Themselves so eagerly across the page -
But instead succumbed and fell silent, numbing at the intersection of my fingernail and the withering chalkiness of the page so that,
Even when tempted,
I was unable to form a single sentence.
For months I made this silent, wordless purgatory my home, distancing myself from the page I once loved.
I have noticed a pattern, and can only assume that the same is true for you.

But, finally, I am starting to hear the words again.
They came slowly at first, and then in a rush,
Until they were bashing themselves against the barriers of my soul,
Cracking and finally mutilating the solid encasing they had been trapped within
For so long.
I hear the words now, and I can only hope that you have found them too.
So here is, once more, the first page of a new beginning.
Thank God for that.

05/26/2012

Posted on 05/27/2012
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