The unknown in me
written July 22nd, 2021
I collect words
and try to fit them
to my experiences
trying to capture
this moment right now—
it is all I have.
I—looks at the page
and writes a moment
while others peer over her shoulder
shaking their heads
curling up to sleep from the overwhelm
reaching out to change a word or phrase
we are all here
sometimes all at once
other times one at a time
I always think I know
who writes these words
this word right now
Until I look back
and don't recognize
words just written
I guess we are used to it
the wonder and startlement of
the unknown in me.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
The unknown in me
written July 22nd, 2021
I collect words
and try to fit them
to my experiences
trying to capture
this moment right now—
it is all I have.
I—looks at the page
and writes a moment
while others peer over her shoulder
shaking their heads
curling up to sleep from the overwhelm
reaching out to change a word or phrase
we are all here
sometimes all at once
other times one at a time
I always think I know
who writes these words
this word right now
Until I look back
and don't recognize
words just written
I guess we are used to it
the wonder and startlement of
the unknown in me.
Each poem, explores a piece of me. Some are written for the fun of writing words, others, for the hope of writing me.