You were lost trying to be who you were supposed to be
and do and all of what is in between.
Lost in the music on your drive home.
Lyrics find cracks and seep below pain breaking, erupting what long was there under the surface just waiting.
Lost in the drudge of life within the daily almost mechanical movements.
All without emotion.
No spark of joy witnessing what could be.
Blank pages, empty canvases and a voided mind are all
that you see wherever you look.
Knowing that submerged and determined to get
Through takes you to yet another day.
A lightning bolt of truth unleashes power
and a clearer vision becomes your path.
Knowing you can and that you will fill sleepless nights
and monotone days.
Beginning blossoms of a fuller and more complete existence
come into view.
Like the cold moon emerging from its shrouded curtain
you are found
Never lost yet just waiting
below the surface and now you are
unearthing the depths of what
you truly are.
skipping stones 