There is a gap.
A gap between my dreams of yesterday and my dreams of tomorrow. A gap between who I used to be and who I am turning into. A gap between where I know I should go and where I am. There is a gap. A bridge. A void. A tear. And with the years, it both becomes smaller and smaller and it both distances away. If only I could throw away the gap. Toss it far and away. Be done with it. Let it loose. If only... Then I could merge who I am with who I long to be, and my work will be where I want it to be, and my dreams of tomorrow finally will becomes the waking days of TODAY. There is a gap. A never shrinking gap. An always growing gap. A frickin' frustrating gap. And I am ruled by it and lead by it, following some grandiose illusion that it will somehow go away. But there is a gap. And I am in the gap. In all my ever changing glory. I don't watch the tides, or get swept away by the tides. I AM the tides. There is a gap and she is I. There is a gap and she is NOW. There is a gap and she isn't going ANYWHERE.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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