Invisible

Time was, when I cried I did so without fear of discovery when I was anxious and afraid I weathered the tempest alone No one saw me because I was invisible Momentary notice occurred if something was wanted then back to insubstantiality I went Walking through a sea of other people’s lives reaching out to…

The precision of words

What do we mean each time we speak communication so often set adrift on a sea of misunderstanding What we try to say becomes foggy, misty intangible and tenuous drifting wisps blown away in the wind A wrong word changes things but so does how we speak why we speak history of our interactions plays…