Block the Block — “And, Then What?”

This is so sad when a person is at a lost for words and is a writer 🤦‍♀️ but the issue of inspiration is not the problem this time. It’s more on how to start this blog.

How do you start writing the idea if it escapes you? Are you, like me, honest to say writer’s block is your friend (in the moment) and you have mechanisms to cope with the block? One of my tendencies is to walk away for the moment, praying earnestly, the idea will come. I’m, even, willing to admit rhetoric fills my brain and I just sit and type … seems like what I’m doing now 🤷‍♀️ but, thankfully, it has lead me to the idea.

When all else has failed and you’ve tried (experienced) everything there is to experience — then discovery comes — no more block! No more heartache! I’ve achieved my goal in whatever I was trying to accomplish. After all was said and done…. “And, Then What” happens …

And, Then What?

From grade school to achieving goals to live life
Success in singlehood or a husband taking a wife
Working hard from day to day
Being with loved ones for special holidays
Singing, laughing; the occasional sorrow and tears
Precious moments experienced every year
These simple notations, to everyone, clear-cut
But a question remains ... "And, Then What?"
The powerful question answered with rhetoric
Covers to prove methods of "cleverness"
Kind of sad to realize the limitations in planning
Showing the emptiness of life regardless of understanding
Are you able to grasp the point to the writing's angle?
Life is as vapor, chasing the wind, leaving us entangled
Entangled in thinking; pressing ahead
But after accomplishment a looming dread
The dread is: eventually we get to the "but"
Conjunction is the suggestion ... "And, Then What?"
Anguished! Confused! Still don't get it? 
A world allowed choices which end in transmit
Think about it ...
We're going to leave this earth 
Even leaving a supposed legacy will lose its worth
Legacies are based on people passing on a history
Otherwise, a forgotten path taken with no inquiry
Millions dying, being born - all at the same time
An unstoppable evolution to everyday grind
Family, friends, politicians ... enemies
Get it -- we are generations of specialties
Legends in time like Thomas Edison
And the scientists of this time bettering our medicines
It's the world's epidemic 
People of skill academically
Strange to believe ...
One day my generation will completely be gone
And, maybe, some positive deposits that will live on
Important to establish whatever the strive it's ultimately a connective
Good or bad is the person's directive 
The touchy subject in belief to a life hereafter
Either way ~ there is a thought to capture
Be it resolved no matter your rebut
The  question will remain ... "And, Then What?"

Tweaked Exert by Katherine Matthews

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The Blank Page — Pictures Like Thousands of Words — Mirror Reflections

A Qualified Homeless Writer

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Walgreens Pharmacy

Yesterday, January 21, 2020 @ 6:12 PM. Just left the pharmacy to get a refill on my prescription. This line was long. I left my house a little after 5:20. Yes, that’s how long I was waiting. Something happened on this night’s occasion though … I cried my eyes out. I was listening to some music by David Jackson. A song called “Brand New Family (Connected Through God)” was playing and I was bumpin’ to it but a young man had my attention the whole while I was waiting. I think he’s homeless. He was walking up and down trying to get the attention to those of us in line. I’m unsure what he wanted. A part of me wanted to roll down the window; the other part – leery.

The song! The young man! Tears pouring down like I knew the guy on the street, but I didn’t. Thing was — the lyrics to the song are “I am family. You’re family. We’re family connected through God. I will love and I will pray for you. And together we’ll make it through. We are a brand new family in Him. We’re connected through God. We’re connected through God!” ….

Many upon many blame God for this or that when tragedy strikes, but that wasn’t my first thought. My first thought was “I can’t help the young man! … God, why can’t I help him?! He’s considered family just in the fact that ALL souls are Yours (God).” In the literal sense, this young man looks so much like my nephew. OMG!! The mirror reflected and I saw a real person who, I believe, suffers from some mental dis’ease. Yes! A dis-ease!! It is not easy for them to be this way. Medication is said to help, but as my Auntie stated last year after being classified “unruly” in a home that “I’m tired of taking pills. I’ve been taking pills for over 40 years and I’m just tired!

My plea to God in helping this young man, and now others in his shoes (homeless, mental, etc.) is based on a new understanding … I’m not qualified to help. Money is not enough! Food, clothing, etc., IS NOT ENOUGH! I’m still irritated that my Auntie is not allowed to be institutionalized for her case. A recapped post was my Auntie suffers with Bipolar and Schizophrenia. One of the workers at the facility where she’s located said to my Mom that the only way she can be institutionalized is if she brings harm to someone! What the hell?!!!!!! Then and only then is she declared mentally unstable?!!!

“My God, my God, teach us how to be aware of others and where they are. We see the homeless and, sometimes, we regard them, but Father in heaven we are so limited! Reveal to us those who are qualified. Give them the heart to want to help. There is a dire need around the world and we’re to blind to see it!! Please God, we really need to see!”

Here’s a writing I was going to post some time ago but timing has proven otherwise. The truth of something extremely important …

How should our story end?