Earlier today I sat down to write a story.

Or a poem.

Sun was high across cornflower blue sky.

And then I waited for a long time.

But no words came.

Virginally white page offered no relief.

Without familiar flood of words to break her loftiness, it just glared at me stiff and unforgiving.

Ogling the debris of pain and loss and grief, swelling

In me,



mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.


Author: Daniela

Reader, Writer, Mother, Freethinker, Habitual Day Dreamer, Blogger - Sharing Ideas, Poetry, Prose, and Conversations on the Lantern Post!

6 thoughts on “Prayer”

  1. And at some point, Daniela, I hope your words will change to “Thank you,” because this mute feeling will have revealed something you needed.
    Such powerful emotion in so few lines; you writing is lovely.


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