the departure

My words abandon me. Those words formed in my most private places, exposing my spirit, telling of my uniquely profound and intimate moments, are gone. They elude me now, preferring to hide in the dark recesses of my being.

Return to me, I implore but they do not come. They prefer the dank, distant cavities where I can't seem to will hope to flourish.

My voice obscured. I fail to connect to that which makes me whole. A person, dissected and scattered.

All is not forgotten, I dream of hope yet. In these dreams the words flow effortlessly. A calm ensues and life has returned. I surmise that my words will come back to me, when they are ready, when the time is right. Until then I have my dreams, my escape, hope is not lost.