Words not said

I have good intentions. I have good ideas, fully formulated into flowing thoughts and prose but they remain only in my mind.
I have good intentions. To write letters to my two beautiful stepdaughters encouraging them to learn from my mistakes that they witnessed and to know that they deserve more than their father ever offered.
I have good intentions. To write to my much adored step son telling him that I love him unconditionally and that he does not need to be perfect, just to be himself.
I have good intentions. To write to my husband and let him know how much I adore him and want him to love himself enough to jump into the only world where he is truly alive; the world of music...
I have good intentions. To write to my two adorable and adored boys letting them know how I love them for who they are and who they will become, whatever that may be.
I have good intentions. To somehow formulate to my mentors, my teachers, my friends, how they influenced me both by letting me be me and by encouraging me to get better.
But the pen never hits the page.

How often to we, with good intentions, allow ourselves the self-indulgent fantasy of how our beautiful words will touch another, encourage another, uplift another. How often do we allow ourselves to feel as if we have actually accomplished this goal if even for a moment. How often then, do we berate ourselves when we realize that we have not in fact articulated these thoughts to another human being.

So here's to following through and not allowing our lives to becoming full of words not said.