Tonight I am "worded out," after a two-hour class, and a long day, and a Migraine that refused to die. I want to write brilliant things, but I just don't have it in me. The words won't come, and no amount of London Fog tea will coax them out of the shadows. So I shall have to be satisfied with this: An experiential lesson in being human.
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Either way I enjoyed this piece — it seems appropriate to be short when you are “worded out.”
We won’t get into the irony of London Fog tea when your brain is foggy.
Rest well friend.
There are days like that. It is great that you at least came to the page a wrote. This was a great reflection on where you are at the moment. Thanks for making the effort to write!
It is a very human thing to be wordless and it is true, sometimes no amount of tea strains out any more words. I still appreciated these.
This poem is beautiful! I know you said you were worded out…but I can’t see it!!
I like how you summed it all up in the last line. Is that what writing does for us? It allows us to step back and observe ourselves.
I don’t know how I missed this last week, but I did. The benefit to that is seeing you back to a point where I’m confident you’re writing (or thinking) brilliant things some five days later!
Yet somehow you did find words! Thank you for sharing this moment with us; it’s extremely relatable.