Tuesday, February 09, 2010 Stef dela Cruz 0 Comments

01122010723I have lost my words. They ran away from me, betraying me, leaving me alone to fend for myself. I stare blankly. I realize my loss and find nothing but words that are no longer mine.

I have lost my words. Perhaps they shall come back. Until then, I remain hesitantly silent, imploding with grief, leaving a vast silence in my wake.

It never gets easier. The void is infinite, tangible, raw. I strain to listen. No, the words are no longer there.

Did you find them? Don’t give them back. I don’t deserve a voice. There are no echoes in a vacuum – the presence of an absence soothes me.

The words have been lost. I have lost. But if you find my words, keep them safe. My words will never be mine again.

Did you find them? I don’t need my words if I have yours. So, whisper to me. Tell me my story. You know it too well. After all, you have my three words.

Stef dela CruzAbout the blogger
Stef dela Cruz is a doctor and writer. She received the 2013 Award for Health Media from the Department of Health. She maintains a health column in Health.Care Magazine and contributes to The Manila Bulletin. Add her to your circles.