Today in a brief moment of time it happened.
My life’s work was halted.
I was told I needed twenty more.
Twenty more poems to add to my book.
Yes, my book.
My life’s work.
Suddenly everything else didn’t matter.
In a moment I knew I had to get it done.
Rushing into things that couldn’t be said.
Realizing that no one understood how important it is.
A life’s goal and needing to have it done before tomorrow.
The most emotional twenty I’ve ever written or copied from my other work.
Trying to explain and typing like a surgeon fixing a broken heart.
I hunted and pecked my way to something that my spouse didn’t understand.
My dream, my life’s work.
Yet here it was in my moment of empowerment and feeling like I have put all my life, tears, blood into something that to me is more important than my very life.
Life’s work halted.
Only another writer’s soul could understand this moment.
A moment when life collides with dreams and reality is put on hold to finish this powerful part of my destiny.
Life’s work halted, but not destroyed.