Inward

I find myself reminiscing as I lay here

dreaming of the familiarity of handheld conversations,

listening to words that carry love,

messages full of wisdom that feel like an embrace from a loved soul.

As I walk along this river, I encounter pebbles of emotions trying to wander.

I approach with curiosity,

as I walk this path I find myself recollecting memories stolen by fear,

like stars taken by thunder.

Walking by this river I got lost in its stream,

a stream that could so easily be touched

yet its journey remained unknown as I saw it disappear in the distance.

The stream welcomed me to an ocean that seemed to be my own,

however, this one was filled with schools of loneliness and corals of strangers.

An ocean so wide overwhelm could not find its feet and I,

I could not find my way back home.

I find myself recalling pieces where time failed to stop,

love failed to grow like the rising afternoon tide.

As I sit here gathering my thoughts at the stream’s shore,

I wonder if it can be possible to dream of a place I have yet to find.