While my speech was limited, and any thoughts expressed nil, over the years, my reticent nature compelled me to remain silent most of the time. Perhaps, not being able to find one’s own way in the world, while tethered to the past, and grounded upon nothing more than the shifting sands of emotions, without a framework for viewing the world, how can a meaningful statement be made?
Yet, from time to time, the seed of a poem laid dormant in my heart,* until flowing out like a tributary into the ocean, my words, inspired by the depths of my soul, made their way onto paper, and eventually to the ears of others, when I read them out loud. Now, every morning, when I wake, thoughts coalesce, and sometimes the best of them resurface on a page during the day. My soul yearns to blossom.