Hidden while shown.
Aimless with purpose.
Calm while anxious.
Cerebral and intense.
In an unfamiliar land, I don’t hear my home tongue.
The sights and sounds overwhelm my senses.
Contributing to a simultaneous state of confusion.
–stop– wandering– where did I go?
I am home yet away.
The sights, sounds, smells,
Ambiance all seem foreign.
Here I am.
Seeking to feel at home.
And to flourish.
She believed it to be possible.
Yet the scale leans toward an inevitable tipping point.
The idea of finding balance remains theoretical.
Head pounding. Body aching. Let the light shine.
Brighter above all else.
I profess my inhibitions–core truths–of this trip around
a burning globe of light
I carry at my core–seen deep within my soul
If only you gaze into the reflected
Light of my eyes.
Yearning for something.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
When chained to expectations that don’t feel like my own.
Write what you want to read.
Now. I write.
Wanting to get this out.
Into the world.
With higher purpose and
intention in mind.
Nov. 13, 2017.
2 thoughts on “Lost and found.”
Very deep meaningful words my dearest Nicole Marie. Love always . . . .
I appreciate your support, Dad.