Those In-Between Times
During that lost in-between time,
when my pen drew dust,
and my thoughts scattered,
and my inner voice wrote
every conversation —
During that no-nothing time,
I didn’t know myself, cared
little for myself; broken hearts
have no spark. And I became
my worst enemy.
for dVerse: Quadrille #19. Forty-four words including the word “spark”
Thanks, De, and thank you for the prompt. Love those Quads!
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It is those times when one can learn to self-spark and walk through the tunnel.
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It’s all just a bit of life-long exercise, Brian.
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A revelation to note..
of feeling and science same
is memories are emotions and
without the essence of those memories
words no longer glue together in coherent
thought as rivers of emotions and streams of
words sing and play toGetHer free and rarely get lost…
i lost all my emotions for
66 months and to actually
lose them all is as rare
as any psychiatrist
often sees
beyond
a spectrum
of Autism as
they say.. to get
them back if one
at least had them
before.. can be a job of
JOB when chronic stress
associated neurohormones
and neurochemicals destroy
pArts of bRAin and wiring gets
lost in going away from emotions
to escape all
the worry ones
of doubt and fear
and all that feels
so dARk inside then..
For me STiLL noW@
least.. a dance then
free without words
brOught them back
and surely there
were empty
shells
of words
before then..
hoLdinG no essence
thaT did not exisT in zero
reference point for emotions..
lost iN dArkest hell of never remember
as memories and emotions are the same..:)
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Oh dear! But how well described.
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