What lies underneath the words that we say?
We manipulate to understand a percentage of honesty that
hurts, when heard. I think my actions are
always owning fear.
We’ve underestimated the size of the world, but then,
you can’t imagine where I’ve been.
I miss the unattainable, the home that saved me;
I wonder if we’ll make it back someday?
I’ve admitted to no one, these thoughts that overcome,
But there will always be impatient
moments of truth,
a second where the light shines a target on you,
I’ve felt it for awhile but I’m unclear
of what that means,
or who I am?
I feel as if I’ve escaped some reality that haunts me
A double vision, time warp that
competes with my own sensibility.
Do I wage these wars of battle in my head to an empty sector?
I wish I could see what what going on.
I am grateful for a little voice called perspective. ❤