Poem: Lost in the Writing

Lost in the writing, where words drift like leaves,
Whispers of thoughts that the mind can’t retrieve.
Each letter a river, each sentence a shore,
I wander the current, yet seek something more.

The page is a mirror, reflecting my soul,
But I cannot grasp it, I lose my control.
Ink flows like water, yet leaves no trace behind,
A dance of expression, but where does it wind?

I search for the meaning, the heartbeat, the rhyme,
Yet time slips away like the hours in rhyme.
The pen moves in circles, a path that’s not clear,
I’m lost in the writing, but what do I fear?

For perhaps in the chaos, there’s freedom to find,
A place where the words and the silence unwind.
So I let myself wander, though answers are few,
For lost in the writing, I might just find you.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie