The Background

Every Saturday, I meet with a group of writers to dedicate an hour of our time to writing. A few weeks ago, Robert Cozzi shared the following poem.

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As I listened to the poem, my mind wanted to play more with the storm that was brewing. After our session, I played with some words, put a few together, and came up with a draft for a poem I will release this year when I publish Releasing Yesterday.

Dots & Storms

Those

three little dots

A

reminder

that the

conversation

isn’t

finished

yet.

A taunting that someone

is

still

typing.

A note that the author has

an

incomplete

thought.

As I learn to find peace within the storm

throwing my arms out,

palms up,

head back toward the sky

to embrace the

coming precipitation,

I

find myself wondering

if I make others wonder

with my

three

little

dots.

The ones when I type and then backspace because

what I had to say wasn’t really important…

But

Was

It?

The ones where I

let a thought trail off because I

wasn’t being heard…

But

Was

I?

The ones where I wanted to say something but

stopped myself because

face to face it was just

Too hard to say.

Or

Was

It?

Three

Little

Dots

Periods put together without spaces

Breath

Breath

Breath

I’m learning to breathe.

I’m learning to find peace in silence

To embrace the stillness

To respect space between solid objects.

Learning to let go of this need to fill every moment with sound when all I really want is to hear the silence

and

embrace the sounds

of life we hear only in the stillness

Like the

Thump thump thump of your heartbeat

As you try to speak but wait for a better moment

Or the

Chirp chirp chirp of the the birds

As they freely share their thoughts.

To embrace the sound of the wind gushing by my face

Full of nothing in front of me

And yet everything I need to feel His presence around me.

to embrace the sounds of the rain as it

Drip drip drip

Upon my face and around my body

The Storm rages

And the thunder sounds

But I’m still focusing on

The calm within me

The silence of the moment

found in the sounds

That only He could create.

Falling rain

Crashing waves

Tress blowing in the wind

Thunder crashing in the distance

The sound of you walking out of my life

And

The sound of me picking the pieces up again.

I’m finally learning to find peace

In the rolling thunder

To embrace who I am

Within the raging storm.

To accept this life I’ve created from devastation

And see the beauty in the rainbow

That comes when the sun shines

While the rain falls

And I’m promised that He’ll be with me through it all

That you’ll not be a life that haunts me

But one that reminds me

Of the beauty found in chaos

Peace found in disaster

Strength found in defeat

Because after all

It’s in those

three

little

tots

of my life

that I

wrote

this

poem

for you.

~Shell Vera

Draft 1

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What Are You Doing in Your Dots & Storms?

I invite you to reflect upon what you are doing in your three little dots.

Are you battling inner storms?

Conquering the world?

I’d love to read your response in the comments or by sending a link to your Instagram post or blog post with your response.

Until next time,

~Shell