Spent

I enjoy writing the occasional poem, although I continue to take classes to hone the art. Here’s one of my poems from a few weeks ago when we were in the middle of the pandemic and I was exhausted from trying to do too much. I’d been taking in too much information from social media and the news and fallen into the trap of “shoulds”. I’d become SPENT.

How are you fairing these days? Are you too overrun with information and drained from lack of fresh air and socialization? I hope you’re connecting with those who fill you up and not so much with those who leave your spirit spent.

woman in black cloak with fishing pole standing in beach
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SPENT

Spent.

All of it spent.

Nothing left to give.

Words lay dead as brown leaves covered by icy cold white.

Barren.

Empty soul

Why do you torment me?

I desire

But there’s no life,

No expression,

Only an empty vessel.

A tornado of stories

Half-written,

Half-lost

To me.

I’m not this.

Let me be.


Be safe, be well, be blessed, and remember — you are loved by the One who created you in His image.

Til next time

Lynne

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