Between Thoughts By Sam Tumblin

Some mornings the words arrive easily. Other mornings they linger just beyond reach. This poem reflects on those quiet moments when inspiration seems distant, yet wisdom may be closer than we realize.

Between Thoughts

This morning I sat with an empty page,
quiet as a bird inside a cage.
Searching for words that refused to appear,
hiding somewhere between hope and fear.

The sun still rose without my consent,
teaching a lesson in how time is spent.
Not every moment is meant to be loud,
some wear silence as a thoughtful shroud.

Ideas wander like leaves in the breeze,
drifting through memories, crossing the seas.
The harder they’re chased, the farther they roam,
yet often return when the mind feels at home.

So today I’ll welcome the stillness instead,
and listen to whispers inside my head.
For wisdom is rarely the first to arrive,
but often the last thing to keep us alive.

And when the page finally finds its voice,
it may not be fate, but a patient choice.
A seed beneath soil, unseen yet grown,
waiting to remind us we’re never alone.