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I think that I have come, at last, to a crossroads; a point of uncomfortable realisation. A crossroads which leads, in every direction, to a dead end and a realisation that I have finally reached the last page of my own, personal dictionary. I have come to the point where I have used – and abused – every word that was ever known to me. I have twisted and contorted them into myriad sentences and phrases until all meaning that they might have once held has been lost, all connection to anything other than themselves distorted. As I sent each one on its way, safely wrapped as it was, like a child in a winter coat, cosseted by others to which it bore no relation, I watched it drift away. I watched as they gathered and then dispersed high, high above my head, dipping behind the clouds, never to reappear.
And, eventually, as I reached my hand deep into myself to take hold of another random collection of letters, I found nothing between my fingers, nothing within my grasp. My fist was filled with the emptiness of silence, the silence of a stilling heart.
And then the empty words within my head, the final ones that would leave me, spelled out their message: there was no more to say.
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“I reached my hand deep into myself to take hold of another random collection of letters, I found nothing between my fingers, nothing within my grasp. My fist was filled with the emptiness of silence, the silence of a stilling heart.” There have been times I have reached within and the words seem all spent. Where I’ve *wanted* to cry and the tears are dried up. Where I wanted to speak, and no sound came. It’s that end-of-the-sidewalk moment. Where to go from here?? Keep walking? Turn around? Stop? No answer is right or wrong. Often, I’ve found, sitting in that quiet, no-more-words moment, the introspection becomes deepest. The answers, not always found in the art of release but in the sifting within.
Thank you, Tara, for such a thorough and heart-felt response. As ever you have interpreted my words as I had intended and it is no surprise (although that doesn’t negate my gratitude to you) that they touched you. Your words mean a lot to me. Thank you.
This is terrific thanks Chris.
Thanks Bruce.
Beautiful article! There is lots of things to say but there is no more to say! 👌
Thank you so much, I’m pleased that you enjoyed this and thanks for taking the time to leave your thoughts.
It’s my pleasure. Do read my blog also.😁
I will.
Very true what you’ve written – often once that creative wellspring’s run dry it can be so difficult to climb out of writer’s block & find new inspiration. Brilliantly expressed 🙂
Thanks, Tom,I appreciate your comments.
No problem – glad you’re enjoying my stories & hope some of them resonate! 🙂
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