No writing prompt tonight and I drove all day. As a result, I reverted to pondering why I do what I do.
Lost when it comes to spoken words
Her brain can’t get them to her mouth fast enough
So many things unsaid.
So many misunderstandings that could have been avoided
If the right words had come fast enough to be spoken.
Lost in the beauty of hiking paths
Head swiveling to absorb the views
Words are superfluous
She tries to preserve memories by taking photos
They will never match what she feels in her heart.
Words and pictures,
Stored in notebooks and boxes,
Physical and digital,
So many stories
She can tell,
So many stories yet to live.
Lost and found,
She doesn’t feel lost.
Even though the words don’t always come,
Even though others ask what she is running from,
Even though she doesn’t always know where she wants to go,
She feels like she has found herself at last.
