Today

Today.

Just sitting.

Waiting for words.

Listening to the silence.

Inhaling.

Feeling my shoulders relax.

Wondering if words will ever come.

If the page will stay blank forever.

Telling myself it's okay.

Not every day needs words.

Some days require silence.

A chance to rest.

To listen.

To sit with the emptiness.

Some days it's enough to hold a pen in my hand.

To close my eyes instead of staring at the blank page.

To wonder if my hand will ever move.

If the ink will dry before then.

If the well will ever fill up.

If the muse guiding my hand will remember me.

If I'll ever have that feeling again of swimming in words.

Splashing the page with words.

Diving for words.

Finding the treasures at the bottom of the sea 

that lure me back to the page again and again.