Twisted Words

I am a sole believer that everything happens for a reason.

After my most recent tragedy, I was in shock.

I didn’t know how to feel, how to act, what the right thing to say was.

It took me awhile to realize what needed to be done.

I needed to type the words that wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

As freely as it may seem I’m typing now, it’s a struggle.

To tell my stories with twisted words that may not make any sense to you,

But it is such a relief that’s slowly and dreadfully being lifted from my shoulders.

I truly don’t know how I feel until I go back and read everything I wrote.

What I read confuses me for many reasons.

I never realized there were many multifaceted depths of being sad and alone.

When someone asks me how I’m feeling, I tell them I’m okay.

If you were to ask me to write how I’m feeling, that’s a whole other story.

It intrigues me the way my mind works.

I can’t change it, but I’m now starting to learning to live with it.

To embrace the twisted words.