Writing is one of my favorite things.
…
I write in my journal,
I write poetry,
blogs,
letters, cards and notes.
I love to write.
…
I write to
encourage people,
thank others for their service,
remind loved ones they are loved,
process my own thoughts,
chat with God, and
catalog my experiences
along my life path.
…
Other people suffer more
then me.
I know this, but I also know
my suffering is real.
…
I do not yet know
if my suffering is
something I should accept
as the new me,
or
something I should face as temporary
and work patiently and diligently
in hope as I seek
a healthier new me.
I realize
this answer, this information
may be revealed to me,
or it won’t.
In faith, I trust my Creator
as I walk a very unclear
path ahead.
…
I created this sharing,
this poem,
these words
strung together to form
sentences, ideas, and thoughts
using voice type.
…
During my suffering journey
I have been so thankful for
audiobooks,
since simply reading books
as a former favorite pastime
has been taken from me.
I have also developed great gratitude
for voice type,
since simply writing words and watching my
words fill the page,
can trigger
health issues that send me back
again
to bed.
…
I voice typed these words
not to complain,
not to solicit pity,
not to stew in negativity,
but to share,
to process,
to connect,
to accept,
to embrace,
this day
my current state of
body and mind.
…
I wonder if I’ll ever know
for certain
if my current health state
is my temporary health state
or
my new, long term health state.
…
I wonder if one day
I’ll be able to read books
for pleasure
and
create beauty
through the physically written word
without triggering
negative health consequences.
…
I believe I was made to write.
Today I “write” with my voice.
I hope that one day
I can write
as I always have…
hand to pen to paper.
In hope…
© 2021 Brooke F. Sulahian
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