Like an infant unable to speak
Like a child learning to walk
Like a teen-ager in confusion
Like a man who can’t express his feelings
Like a mother giving birth
Is the feeling of a person long separated
from her craft
In the moments of silence,
When things can’t be put into words…
The ache in the heart cannot be healed
The longing cannot be quieted
The shouting cannot be silenced
Unless words are weaved
Unless meaning and art are formed
Unless the silence ends
And the words speak, shout and STAND
MISS-ery
The state of a heart away from its joy
Away from its cause
MISS- the strong feeling and desire to do
something
MISS-ERY?
Writing is the MISSing piece that will complete.
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