Holding on to so many of my words, yet, unspoken
Just swimming around inside of each moment
Like a lost little fish inside of a big ocean..
I cannot seem to be making my way through it
All of this fogginess inside of me and my spirit
These memories and flash backs tend to inhibit
And make me more unsure and much more incoherent...
So this wounded-ness in me is needing some healing
But this is not something new that my soul is revealing...
Though the process may not seem to me..so very appealing
The remedy is found in everything I'm concealing...