Searching, Scraping, Scratching
Posted on 2003-07-13
Daily routines,purely mundane.
Then suddenly,
from the back of my mind,
images, blur with feelings,
as if a suit of past emotion and feeling
has been strapped onto me by invisible hands.
Searching, scraping, scratching me,
drilling into me who I am and who I am not.
The ache inside grows larger,
as I struggle against this imposed suit of happy skin.
So many thoughts, yet I can't speak a word,
although the words seem ready as they swim through my head.
But I open my mouth to voice my revelation anyway,
But nothing,
Nothing comes out.
Instead I sit in silence.