Fresh green parsley with a chef's knife on a cutting board by Jurien Huggins via Unsplash
Who Are You

Fresh out

I’m fresh out.

Out of
words
patience
energy
focus
likes
carbs
wine
prayers

I had some
for a while—
longer than I expected,
actually—
but

they dried up,
desiccated
in the steady heat
of uncertainty,
a year’s worth of
low, slow dehydration.

Yet there is
parsley and cilantro chopped fine
a thin crisp sky
rearranged furniture
unguarded sincerity
another pot of coffee
letting go.

I pick up the book,
dry and flimsy and heavy as
my bones,
and aimlessly read,
swearing my prayers,
as the words breathe and squeeze,
resuscitating,
replenishing,
refreshing,
until
at last
my soul stirs
and I am filled again.


This post is part of Five-Minute Friday. This week’s prompt is FRESH. If you’d like to join in the fun, click here!

7 thoughts on “Fresh out”

    1. Aww, you’re so welcome! I’m not much of a Real Poet ™, but sometimes that’s just how the words come out. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment! <3

    1. They definitely are! It’s strange how that truth gets so easily lost in the “wear and tear of this time,” as you so wonderfully phrased it. I’m so grateful that God patiently continues to turn us back to Him for real relief.

  1. Captured the weariness of this world so perfectly. I loved this (except you almost lost me at “cilantro” — ugg). Beautifully written. FMF#36

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