“No matter what I do, silence follows me.
And I fear I’m drifting away.”
Words hang off the top of my tongue but there’s no air to make a sound. These words howl in my head as they claw at the surface like caged animals trying to escape. No matter what I do, silence follows me. Lacking the willpower to speak my mind and say honestly what I want or need, it feels as though I’m further separating myself from everything around me. Like a vessel with no sail or engine, completely at the whim of the current. Only, I have no idea how to stop or change this course.
© Sarah Doughty
Perhaps I am destined
to be lost.