Where did all
my words go?
They use to
flow
so easily
from my pen,
filling up the
lonely
white pages
with the stories
of my life.
I still feel
the emotions,
and I know
the facts,
I see all
the pictures
in my mind.
These memories
are encased
in self doubt,
and I am
confused
at my loss of
perspective.
My world lay
scattered around,
I turn in circles
searching
for the moment
when the
unravelling
of my soul
began.
I want to
tidy up,
bring back
order.
The tightness
in my chest
eases just
a little,
I take a
deep breath,
diving back
in to retrieve
my heart.
I spot the
frayed endings,
the moment
in my life
when sickness
took hold
and changed
my karma
forever.
I twist the
torn endings
together.
I decide it's
not all that
defines me.
The words that
are so important
to me
just need to find
a new route
to the surface.
The pages wait
and my
excitement
builds.
Jupiterjane