No Words

I’m not a writer.

Writing is something I hope to achieve one day.

I do write: journals, letters, notes, lists.

I seem to be more of a lister than a writer.

I have lists of things I want to write about.

I just have no words.

I have no words for the injustices happening around the world.

I have no words for the heart ache happening in my life . . .

• my Mom passed away in June
• my brother is not speaking to me after learning of my Mom’s final wishes
• my mother-in-law was placed into a nursing home because she can no longer care for herself but we, family members, can NOT be with her due to this stupid virus
• my husbands health has taken a turn for the not so good…nothing life threatening yet but life altering

Life altering.

I feel it.

You feel it.

Yet, I cannot find the words.