Dear Diary,
What do I write about when I have nothing to write about?
When my lips have nothing to say?
Do I paint for you portraits
of hollow chimes adrift
in dew whose songs
mesmerize with
each sway of
the wind’s
caress?
Do I liken you to a single rose
who has but endured a
winter’s wrath to
weave a quilt
of fragrant
hues?
Or do I reflect upon my life as it is,
to tell you how much I treasure
the privilege of being able to
help you, to care for
you, whenever
you are
ill?
Do I try to express how tremendous my
heart feels when I tell you that it is
going to be alright, or when we
know that it may not, that
we will conquer it
together?
Do I admit to you that whenever you
smile, my day is brightened,
my heart is warmed,
and that when you
weep, my soul
tears with
you?
And do I tell you how much I appreciate you-
your presence, your courage- as you
battle through your illnesses,
uncertainties, and fears-
while reminding you
that you are an
inspiration
to me?
So what do I do when my lips can find no words?
I suppose I let the heart speak.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
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I see an immense and unique style in your poems. Amazing pictures.
Thank you kindly! 🙂
Torridly beautiful, Phoebs!
Whenever I need a soul touch up, I come here. I’ve seen such vitriol in the blogosphere today. This was my refuge. Thanks for having this place. ❥
Hope you are well.
You are missed. ❤️
You are so sweet, thank you! Wishing you the best! 😊 😊
The day you have nothing to write you are going to leave a huge void in poetry because your verses are life. So it takes our lives.
Your words mean a lot to me, thank you.
I only wish that I could write a comment with words as beautiful as yours to express what i felt as I was reading this.
That means a lot to me, thank you. 😊