but they're broken.
All I'm seeing is a big pile of letters,
wishing they could right themselves in order to make sense.
Maybe the words are there...in my head,
and not broken at all
and they do make sense
and maybe I'm just scared to share them.
Maybe I'm afraid that if I said what I really wanted to say,
I'd hurt the feelings of someone.
In fact, I know that's the reason
I'm not writing what I want to write...
because of the feelings
who could, maybe....
read this blog and know that I was talking about them.
It doesn't seem fair, does it ?
That this is my blog,
my place to express myself
today I'm feeling
that I can't write or say what I want to.
My feelings are still fresh
at the moment.
And somewhere in my head I'm hearing
So maybe this isn't the right time to let those feelings
birth the words that go along with them.
So for now,
I'll keep those words
mostly to myself,
mostly bottled up,
while my hubbby helps me sort out my feelings
and gives me strength
and helps me lift those broken words.