Reprieve

I sit here with over 30 posts in my drafts. I just have so much swirling around in my head, yet...I sit here, fingers poised softly on the keys...doing nothing.

There are words boiling over, waiting to burst....ideas, hopes, dreams, pleas, accusations, worries, prayers....

Yet I sit here in silence, waiting for the storm to pass, the anger to subside, the pain to dissipate. I hold on to the open smiles, the soft touches, the genuine laughs, the kind whispers, the looks of hope.