Silent Spaces

On the journey

into my heart,

there were words

that couldn’t be written

or shared.

With each one

came a little more

letting go

and the understanding

that it was, in fact,

in the silent spaces,

held and known

in my own heart

alone,

that I found

the deepest connection,

meaning,

and desire to continue on.

I found comfort in knowing

that the words I did write

would always find

their way back

to the silent space

from which they emerged.

11 thoughts on “Silent Spaces”

      1. Yeh so do I. Sometimes I wonder if anyone is even reading it and I have a break, then while I’m having a break I remember why I write – and that it’s nothing to do with other people, and I start writing again. Hahhah πŸ™‚ I’ve done that cycle many times, maybe I can stop it now. Hope you’re well. Sharon xooxox

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  1. I love when the words find their way back. So funny how that happens and I worry if they will. Think goodness for tossing I’m thankful to learn this from you! πŸ’•πŸ’ŸπŸ’—you’re so wise. πŸ˜„

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