Empty Basket
Where are all the words? They can't all be gone, not this fast! Were they stolen, by any chance? Na, no one's got the key to my head. Unless I stored some in my heart. Did I? I'm done searching inside. I go out with a basket and before I know it, it's overflowing with buds of ideas. I seek the aid of time to help nourish them to form new words, words of mine. They have grown now into pretty little phrases. I give them toys to play with - Commas, full stops. Exclamations! They fight a lot claiming one is better than the other. Puberty. What can I say? I can't wait to see them grow into mature sentences, perfect paragraphs, excellent essays, and big books. Until then I'll keep feeding them, guarding them from being stolen cause I am nothing without my words. I am only an empty basket without my words. This is the last post of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post: A Familiar Ache