There are words resting on my lips.
Bits and parts of stories hang about in my mind.
Memories in my heart.

There is no leaving the table until I finish all that is on my plate
but I have not yet even walked into the kitchen.

I have hope I will get there sometime soon.
Right now I am frustrated because my key is stuck in the lock in the door.

At least the door is open. I am happy I can stand inside to feel some of the warmth.


I have often been known to say that just because you know something doesn't change the way you feel. Sometimes what I feel is what I feel.

Sometimes I wish I had a story to tell. I want to be heard. But tonight I wish I had a question that reached to the tops of the sky.