The Wordless Poetry

There she was, sitting alone at the desk
Hand holding a pen, another hand on forehead
Every attempt to write failed

Words -
Often eluded her but made their way back, somehow
Remembering the moments of life, she sat silently
Disheartened by the loss of words
Listening to every inspiring sound
Encouraging thoughts dug out from the past
Smiling moments once captured in memories
She tried to bring them all on paper

Perhaps she was not trying hard, she told herself
Obviously she was not trying hard
Every thought then turning to Him
Treasure she had somehow overlooked earlier
Rushing it came to her mind, feeling happy -
Yours truly, she whispered and completed the wordless poetry.



(could have been better)

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