An empty page is better
than an empty heart
or head.
So an unkind word
unspoken
is better
than one
said.
But what of words of
truth and beauty,
that wax recalcitrant?
No matter how you reason,
re-arrange,
or coax.
they remain instead entrenched.
(Like some way back, aching tooth,
and you’re the fumbling dentist Shemp.)
With unrelenting effort at last
by skill and raw will
and a triumphant yell you extract. . .
the wrong one!
Shall we have another go?
After all, what’s one molar more?
No thank you sir, I’m out of here
it’s painful, and besides
those are my teeth upon the floor!
Patience!
Patience?
It’s time I see
to drop the metaphor.
All right.
Give it another try;
the greater pain to bear
is to see those empty pages stare
into my mind’s aching eye.
Not that you should care
except you do
the way we do
when these trials we share.
Emotions.
Thoughts.
Reasonings.
Whether separated
by a mile,
a mountain,
or an ocean
we are together
when these trials we share.
These empty pages
are some of mine;
I am thankful
they are small.
Even as
I am mindful of
a world full of
suffering
and my complaints are
silent.
So I wonder
as we stumble
over our own empty pages.
We fall
and rise
and fall again.
Alone
and yet
Together.
