The spirit within me yearns for expression.
In one profound moment, I spoke my soul
And you listened. Then you placed me in a box:
Shut up, silent and mute. All three.
No position of respect on a shelf of treasures,
But slid under the bed and secret.
You pull me out and speak to me
And I nod in understanding, unable to answer,
Or to request a loosening of bonds.
I do not like this role and wish to be recast.
I do not like this game, and wish to play another.
© 2010 Wendy Hunt
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.