
The sound
of your voice
brings me
indescribable
joy.
– Elaina M. Avalos
Mornings & evenings pass.
Days roll on.
Each sunrise & sunset
Like the one before.
Except for the mornings
I wake with you,
First on my mind.
Those more common
Than the rest.
By Elaina M. Avalos
© 2021
As a kid, I wrote a lot of poetry without understanding much about it. I still don’t know much, to be honest. As an English major, I cut my teeth on poetry – starting from the beginning of recorded literature. Any English major that doesn’t know the pain of Beowulf (reading, analysis, and paper-writing to follow), is no English major at all. :) I can’t tell you how many times I had to read The Canterbury Tales. I’ve taken entire classes on poetry. There are poems that stir my heart and inspire me. I adore children’s poetry books. But one thing I’ve learned over the years is that I’m not talented enough as a writer, to attempt anything but free verse. And even still, I stumble around with words and phrases. I compose these words on my heart. But write I must – even when I stumble and fumble.
The words are all I have to give – though I long to give more.

Long, painful days filled almost two full years. Days I don’t want to repeat ever again. I found these pockets of joy in the midst of it all – because I discovered that my heart could feel again. I could care again. This was the gift you gave me. When the dust settles, I don’t think I’ll find you waiting there. In the silence, I am coming to terms with this.