It’s almost there
Like a scratching at the door
Like a beautiful sketch beneath the spilled paint
Chip, chip away
Keep opening the door
Invite them in, talk a while
Patience was never my virtue
I am a better responder, than listener
Even when I am alone
So I write another scene
The first one in a while
And there’s a glimpse of a story
Like a little light through a pin prick
Like one right word in a mess
I have never liked puzzles
But I tug the tangled thread, just a little
Just to begin
With Love,
Natalie