A Dead Zone

A minor inconvenience. It’s okay. It won’t bite. It’s not catching (I don’t think). It’s a minor inconvenience that niggles behind the ear. Like a hovering gnat barely touching at times. Or a slight shadow movement caught from the corner of the eye. I can live with it. Maybe that’s all that’s required…for now.

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A mere two years and the words are unresponsive.

Vocabulary locked into small islands in sparse areas.

Synapse won’t fire across a dead zone of brain tissue.

For this reason and others, the words often stay irretrievable.

Random notes scattered across the computer screen,

but none seem to connect.

They are jigsaw pieces to disparate puzzles.

Methinks AL’s leaving Heimer clues for me to collect.

Grace, grace! Lord don’t forget me even if I forget You.

Fear. But no fear nigh. For You will always be nearby.

 

~G.W.

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“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
    and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
    I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
    your (struggles) are ever before me.” Isaiah 49:15-16

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