broken words, maybe

I want to write the words that are on my mind,

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

of someone

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

and yet

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

the words

wait.

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

supports me

and gives me strength

and helps me lift those broken words.