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I have been unable to write.
Staring at the screen,
I can feel the words
within my fingertips
wanting to break free,
to flow onto the white screen
until their story is told.
Yet, every time I go to write,
the words wait still,
unable to break past the barrier.
I turn away from the words,
turning my gaze to the river that runs by me
I notice that the water
has slowly risen.
If I do not take a breath soon,
the water will soon be above my head
without a breath to sustain myself.
When you take my hand,
it’s like all my words find me at once,
flying from my fingertips
like birds across the page.
You put your arm around me;
I feel stronger with you near me,
though it should be me keeping you strong.
As if you can hear my words,
you turn my face towards yours
and now I can’t see the flow of water,
but I can see the sea in you.
Your eyes hold depths I know well,
for I looked deep within them
when we gave our hearts to each other.
It was within the depths of your heart
that I finally found home.
I know that whatever comes,
we will get through everything together.
As you take my hand,
I watch as the water recedes a little.
Seeing a motion in the sky,
I look up as my words
arrange themselves above us.
Leaning into you,
I watch and wonder
what they will say.