Writer's Block

From amazing to plain

I have writer’s block. I haven’t written anything in months because every time I start to write, I hate what I read and stop. Even this morning, I started and stopped. I have wondered if I will ever write again. But, then, just when I had given up and put my shoes on to go for a walk, I suddenly realized that I am waiting for something amazing to come out. And when it doesn’t arrive, I give up. It occurs to me that maybe I should write what I need to hear right now and maybe someone else needs it as well. Maybe I need to write the most simple truth: For this I know…

That he is here with me, sitting down with a cup of coffee and waiting to listen, and longing to speak.

That he offers me a refuge when his arm pulls me into his side and onto his shoulder.

That he listens to the groaning of my heart and the quiet sighs and turns these into a song.

That my song eventually blends with his as he sings over me.

That plain is perfectly fine for him and should be enough for me.

That I can hear him breathing as my head rests on his shoulder.

That he is all I really need, and that amazing is found in this moment.

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