I have something to say.
I do not know yet what, but it sits at the tip of my tongue.
I can feel it at the back of my throat and clouding my mind.
Perhaps I just need time.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my voice.
After that, it felt like someone turned up the white noise
until I can no longer hear my own thoughts
or know what it is I feel.
Struggling, to separate the illusions in my mind from the real.
It was as if I was asleep, living in dreams
I had no control over, yearning to be lucid.
Dreaming the same dream over and over
except, it wasn’t a dream. I was awake, but in reality, asleep.
I wake, disorientated from the slumber.
I need to relearn and rebuild the synapses that have laid to waste from disuse.
Learning to find my voice again
Taking time to find what it is I have to say.