NO. My mind has not resolved it’s usual reckless dashing
be that as it may, no words have made their way to the page.
So much time has passed, many stories have come and gone
yet fidgeting fingers and a lonely keyboard simply did not engage.
An unprejudiced genuine concern from a friend chimed through
triggering a vibrant emotion through all of my digits to the keys,
as distinct as a breeze flowing through linens on a cotton line,
a child’s laughter on a spring day, words had come back with ease.
That giant symbolic steel door that had previously been shut
some nine months now have passed, it has seemed to crack open,
spilling out everything that I have shut away inside that room
fixed with a reinforced padlock now seems to have been broken.
A seemingly simple gesture of selfless concern for a fellow man
unrelated to the matter that would later be brought to the surface
whether that friend may feel his message had not been needed
more than he knows, that interaction did, in fact, serve a purpose…